Marguerite doesn't need one half as much as the girls
in the 'Yellow Prism' books, but she's got to have one just the same,
or the American girl will not read about her: and who is better than
Dorothy Willard, who has charge of her now?"
Harley slapped his knee with delight.
"How fortunate I'd provided her!" he said. "I've got my start
already, and without having to think very hard over it either."
The trance began again, and lasted several hours, during which time
Kelly and the Professor stole softly into Harley's rooms, and,
perceiving his condition, respected it.
"He's either asleep or imagining," said the Professor, in a whisper.
"He can't imagine," returned the Doctor. "Call it--realizing.
Whatever it is he's up to, we mustn't interfere. There isn't any use
waking him anyhow. I know where he keeps his cigars. Let's sit down
and have a smoke."
This the intruders did, hoping that sooner or later their host would
observe their presence; but Harley lay in blissful unconsciousness of
their coming, and they finally grew weary of waiting.
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