“I’m so glad,” said Anthea, and kissed him. He started.
“That didn’t feel like a dream,” he said, and his voice trembled.
“It isn’t exactly a dream,” said Anthea softly, “it’s all part of the Amulet—it’s a sort of extra special, real dream, dear Jimmy.”
“Ah,” said he, “when you call me that, I know I’m dreaming. My little sister—I dream of her sometimes. But it’s not real like this. Do you remember the day I dreamed you brought me the Babylonish ring?”
“We remember it all,” said Robert. “Did you leave Fitzroy Street because you were too rich for it?”
“Oh, no!” he said reproachfully. “You know I should never have done such a thing as that. Of course, I left when your old Nurse died and—what’s the matter!”
“Old Nurse dead?” said Anthea. “Oh, no!”
“Yes, yes, it’s the common lot. It’s a long time ago now.”
Jane held up the Amulet in a hand that twittered.
“Come!” she cried, “oh, come home! She may be dead before we get there, and then we can’t give it to her. Oh, come!”