"Seek well in your memory, monseigneur; is it at court you have seen her?"
"No, I think not."
"In France, Navarre, Flanders?"
"No."
"A Spaniard perhaps."
"I do not think so."
"An English lady, one of Queen Elizabeth's?"
"No, I seem to know her more intimately, and that she appeared to me in some terrible scene."
"Then you would have recognized her at once; you have not seen many such scenes."
"Do you think so?" said the duke, with a gloomy smile. "Now," continued he, "that I am sufficiently master of myself to analyze my sensations, I feel that this woman is beautiful, but with the beauty of death; beautiful as a shade, as a figure in a dream; and I have had two or three frightful dreams in my life, which left me cold at the heart. Well, now I am sure that it was in one of those dreams that I saw that woman."