The next time Billie went into the tele-conscious state, forty-eight
hours later, she found that she had "arrived" in the midst of a
conversation. It told her worlds.

"I answered the telephone," some one was saying, "and Mr. Powart
clearly said that he would be here within the hour." [Footnote: The
word hour is used advisedly. Of course, the Capellan hour may have
an entirely different length from ours.]

"I suppose it is just as well," answered the surgeon whom Billie now
knew as Mona. "Yes, I dare say it is quite as well."

"Is there any reason why he shouldn't, dear?" inquired the other
party, a middle-aged woman, magnificently dressed, of decidedly
distinguished appearance.

"No, mother," replied the girl; "not so far as he is concerned.
But--Mr. Fort also is coming to-day."

The older woman saw nothing alarming about this. "I am glad to hear
it. He impressed me as being a very nice boy, although rather
impulsive."

"You don't understand. It's going to be very embarrassing for me.
Mr. Fort warned me last night--laughingly, of course, but I think he