"Yes—very. How did you guess that? I have orange water or lemonade put beside me every night, so that I may drink it if I wake up."
And then Evandale, who was watching her intently, saw that her face changed as if an unpleasant thought had suddenly recurred to her.
"What is it, dear?"
"It was only a dream I have had several times—it troubles me whenever I think of it; but I know that it is only a dream."
"Won't you tell me what it was? I should like to hear! Lay your head back on my shoulder again and tell me about it."
Enid sighed again, but it was with bliss.
"Perhaps I shall not dream it if I tell it all to you," she murmured. "It seems to me sometimes as if—in the middle of the night—I wake up and see some one in the room—a white figure standing by my bed; and she is always pouring something into my glass; or sometimes she offers it to me and makes me drink; and she looks at me as if she hated me; and I—I am afraid."
"But who is it, my darling?"
"I suppose it is nobody, because nobody else sees it but me. I made Parker sleep with me two or three times; but she said that she saw nothing, and that she was certain that nobody had come into the room. I suppose it was a—a ghost!"
"Nonsense, dearest!"