“Oh, sir, it was no dream! How could it be?”
“How could it, indeed, when we both saw it, and both of us awake and afoot, and yet I cannot believe my senses.”
“Oh, I can believe it only too truly! I have seen him twice before. I thought you said you had.”
“Merely in dreams, and that is bad enough.”
“Are you sure? for I was up and awake.”
“Are you sure? I might ask again. I was asleep in bed, and glad enough to shake myself awake. Where were you?”
“Once on Hallowmas Eve, looking from the window at Whitehall; once when waiting with the Queen under the wall of Lambeth Church, on the night of our flight.”
“Did others see him then?”
“I was alone the first time. The next time when he flitted across the light, no one else saw him; but they cried out at my start. Why should he appear except to us?”
“That is true,” muttered Charles.