what he's been dreaming--why should he?"

"But he did recollect some things, Doctor; that song.... And then, his
walking across the room."

"Purely physical--purely automatic," replied the Doctor, tapping his
snuff-box, and pleased with Lady Malmaison's awe at the strange word. "If
he had stopped to think what he was doing he couldn't have done it. The
body, I tell you, grows under all circumstances--as much when you're
asleep as when you're awake; and the body has a memory of its own,
distinct from the mental memory. Have you never hummed a song when you
were doing your embroidery, and thinking about--about Lady Snaffle's
elopement with the captain?"

"Oh, Doctor!"

"Yes; and if I'd come in at the moment and asked you what you were singing,
could you have told me? Of course you couldn't! You could have told me
all about the elopement. Well, then, that's clear now, ain't it?"

"Yes," said Lady Malmaison, meaning, it must be supposed, "as clear as
mud." Dr. Rollinson chuckled to himself, and they continued their game of
piquet.




III.