“I was—and a more interesting piece of scandal it has seldom been—”
“Hush! I didn’t do anything. Now, you know I didn’t, Mr. Carter!”
“No,” said I, “you didn’t. But Rhadamanthus, taking you unawares—”
“Oh, be off with you—both of you!” cried Rhadamanthus.
“That’s sensible,” said Dolly. “Because you know, there really isn’t any harm in poor Mr. Carter.”
Rhadamanthus vanished. Dolly and I went inside.
“I suppose everything will be very different here,” said Dolly, and I think she sighed.
Whether it were or not I don’t know, for just then I awoke, and found myself saying aloud, in answer to the dream voice and the dream face (which had not gone altogether with the dream).
“Not everything”—a speech that, I agree, I ought not to have made, even though it were only in a dream.