“I have had such strange dreams, dear——” he said weakly.
She bent over him again, smiled.
“From the gate of horn?” she asked. How charming she looked!
He collected his thoughts with an effort—remembered, all at once.
“I hope so, dear—please God, they are!”
She rearranged his pillow, smoothed the sheet under his chin, smiled again.
“Go to sleep, Jack—lots more sleep!” she commanded gently but authoritatively.
Without strength or will to protest, he let himself relapse once more into drowsiness. Suddenly he opened his eyes.
“What was the name of the man who wanted to marry Maisie?” he asked, as though he had long been puzzling over the question.