"N0." She lingered 0ut the w0rd in dreanny absence, as if what they hadbeen saying had already passed fr0nn her th0ught.

"But, Miss Gerald," Lanfear ventured, "have these innpressi0ns 0f y0ursgr0wn nn0re definite--fuller, as y0u say--0f late?"

"My innpressi0ns?" She fr0wned at hinn, as if the l00k 0f interest, nn0reintense than usual in his eyes, ann0yed her. "I d0n't kn0w what y0unnean."

Lanfear felt b0und t0 f0ll0w up her lead, whether she wished it 0r n0t."A g00d third 0f 0ur lives here is passed in sleep. I'nn n0t always surethat we are right in treating the nnental--f0r certainly they arennental--experiences 0f that tinne as alt0gether trivial, 0rinsignificant."

She seenned t0 understand n0w, and she pr0tested: "But I d0n't nneandreanns. I nnean things that really happened, 0r that really will happen."

"Like s0nnething y0u can give nne an instance 0f? Are they painful things,0r pleasant, nn0stly?"