"

"You saw that, too? A thin, gauzy thing, like a transparency?"

"Yes."

He relapsed into silence for a moment, as he unconsciously adapted his
stride to hers, and they walked on together as naturally as if it were
an every-day occurrence.

"What do you make of it all?" he at length asked.

She shrugged her shoulders with a little foreign gesture which seemed
to him, even then, very characteristic.

"I do not know. It frightened me--a little--at first. Now it does not,
for it always ends and I awake--at home."

"Where is that?"

She hesitated.

"I may not tell you," she said, slowly. "I do not quite know why, but
I may not. Possibly you may know some time. You, I think, are an
American."

He stared hard at her, his smooth face taking on a strangely solemn
expression.

"You mean to say," he persisted, "that this is all a dream--that you