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Page 51
At first she revolted against the unpleasant feature of the new
dream philosophy--the irresistible conclusion that all humanity,
underneath the shell, is sensuous or sensual in nature, that
practically all dreams portray some delight of the senses and that
sexual dreams are a large proportion of all visions. But the more
she thought of it, the more clearly was she able to analyze Mrs.
Caswell's dream and to get back at the causes of it, in the
estrangement from her husband and perhaps the brutality of his
ignorance of woman. And then, too, there was Drummond. What was he
doing in the case?
She did not see Mildred Caswell again until the following afternoon.
But then she seemed unusually bright in contrast with the depression
of the day before. Constance was not surprised. Her intuition told
her that something had happened and she hardly needed to guess that
Mrs. Caswell had followed the advice of the clairvoyant and had been
to see the wonderful Mr. Davies, to whom the mysteries of the stock
market were an open book.
"Have you had any other dreams?" asked Constance casually.
"Yes," replied Mildred, "but not like the one that depressed me.
Last night I had a very pleasant dream. It seemed that I was
breakfasting with Mr. Davies. I remember that there was a hot coal
fire in the grate. Then suddenly a messenger came in with news that
United Traction had advanced twenty points. Wasn't it strange?"
Constance said nothing. In fact it did not seem strange to her at
all. The strange thing to her, now that she was a sort of amateur
dream reader herself, was that Mrs. Caswell did not seem to see the
real import of her own dream.
"You have seen Mr. Davies to-day?" Constance ventured.
Mrs. Caswell laughed. "I wasn't going to tell you. You seemed so set
against speculating in Wall Street. But since you ask me, I may as
well admit it."
"When did you see him before?" went on Constance. "Did you have much
invested with him already?"
Mrs. Caswell glanced up, startled. "My--you are positively uncanny,
Constance. How did you know I had seen him before?"
"One seldom dreams," said Constance, "about anything unless it has
been suggested by an event of the day before. You saw him today.
That would not have inspired the dream of last night. Therefore I
concluded that you must have seen him and invested before. Madame
Cassandra's mention of him yesterday caused the dream of last night.
The dream of last night probably influenced you to see him again to-
day, and you invested in United Traction. That is the way dreams
work. Probably more of conduct than we know is influenced by dream
life. Now, if you should get fifteen or twenty points you would be
in a fair way to join the ranks of those who believe that dreams do
come true."
Mrs. Caswell looked at her almost alarmed, then attempted to turn it
off with a laugh, "And perhaps breakfast with him?"
"When I do set up as interpreter of dreams," answered Constance
simply, "I'll tell you more."
On one point she had made up her mind. That was to visit Mr. Davies
herself the next day.
She found his office a typical bucket shop, even down to having a
section partitioned off for women clients of the firm. She had not
intended to risk anything, and so was prepared when Mr. Davies
himself approached her courteously. Instinctively Constance
distrusted him. He was too cordial, too polite. She could feel the
claws hidden in his velvety paw, as it were. There was a debonnaire
assurance about him, the air of a man who thought he understood
women, and indeed did understand a certain type. But to Constance,
who was essentially a man's woman, Davies was only revolting.
She managed to talk without committing herself, and he in his
complacency was glad to hope that he was making a new customer. She
had to be careful not to betray any of the real and extensive
knowledge about Wall Street which she actually possessed. But the
glib misrepresentations about United Traction quite amazed her.
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