"One last question," he said. "Have you any reason to give for going out of your way to adopt such a mystical view as this, when an unanswerably rational explanation of the dream lies straight before you?"
"No reason," replied Midwinter, "that I can give, either to you or to my friend."
The doctor looked at his watch with the air of a man who is suddenly reminded that he has been wasting his time.
"We have no common ground to start from," he said; "and if we talk till doomsday, we should not agree. Excuse my leaving you rather abruptly. It is later than I thought; and my morning's batch of sick people are waiting for me in the surgery. I have convinced your mind, Mr. Armadale, at any rate; so the time we have given to this discussion has not been altogether lost. Pray stop here, and smoke your cigar. I shall be at your service again in less than an hour." He nodded cordially to Allan, bowed formally to Midwinter, and quitted the room.
As soon as the doctor's back was turned, Allan left his place at the table, and appealed to his friend, with that irresistible heartiness of manner which had always found its way to Midwinter's sympathies, from the first day when they met at the Somersetshire inn.
"Now the sparring-match between you and the doctor is over," said Allan, "I have got two words to say on my side. Will you do something for my sake which you won't do for your own?"
Midwinter's face brightened instantly. "I will do anything you ask me," he said.
"Very well. Will you let the subject of the dream drop out of our talk altogether from this time forth?"
"Yes, if you wish it."
"Will you go a step further? Will you leave off thinking about the dream?"
"It's hard to leave off thinking about it, Allan. But I will try."
"That's a good fellow! Now give me that trumpery bit of paper, and let's tear it up, and have done with it."
He tried to snatch the manuscript out of his friend's hand; but Midwinter was too quick for him, and kept it beyond his reach.
"Come! come!" pleaded Allan. "I've set my heart on lighting my cigar with it."
Midwinter hesitated painfully. It was hard to resist Allan; but he did resist him. "I'll wait a little," he said, "before you light your cigar with it."