She described the dream at great length, though it was strangely lacking in incident. It was merely that she was driving a small car of her own--a very pretty white car with a good deal of blue about it. She was driving along a wide street, and suddenly the car began to skid, slowly at first and then faster and faster; and though her agony became extreme and she turned the steering wheel more and more, she could do nothing--the car made straight for the bushes, where some terrific but unseen and unknown object was lurking.
He made her go over the details of it two or three times. The shade of blue was about the same shade as the dress she was wearing, but he elicited very little more. She could not, she said, get any clew as to what was hidden in the bushes, except that it was something she was horribly afraid of.
"Yes; but entirely against my will, Mr. Lisburn."
Her voice was almost hysterical as she protested, "Yes--yes, indeed!"
"Don't you think you and the car are the same?"
She gave him a long wondering stare, and presently insisted that she must go. She promised, however, that she would do everything in her power to find out what was hidden in those sinister bushes. She was to keep a pencil and paper beside her bed and write down everything she could remember as soon as she waked up in the morning.
She hurried home to tell Aunt Georgy all that had occurred and was disappointed to find her aunt established at the bridge table with Norma and two of Norma's friends. It seemed that Mr. Lisburn had been expected as a fourth and they had been obliged to come to Aunt Georgy at the last minute to make up the table. Norma was still angry.
"They can't have it both ways--these psychoanalysts," Norma was saying. "It's always a Freudian forgetting--a wish-thought--when you forget an engagement with them, and something quite professional and unavoidable when they break an engagement with you."
"What Norma means, Evie," said Aunt Georgy, without raising her eyes from the interesting hand which had just been dealt her, "is that she suspects Mr. Lisburn of having had something more amusing to do."
Evie shook her head as if you couldn't be sure with men like that.
Then Aunt Georgy knew the interview had gone well.