"Do you believe in dreams?" he asked.
"What do you mean? Do I believe that dreams come true? No. When they do, it is a coincidence."
"Yes. I suppose so. But this is rather more than a coincidence. I do not understand it at all. After all, I am a perfectly healthy man. It never occurred to you that my mind might be unbalanced, did it?"
Guido looked at the rugged Roman head, the muscular throat, the broad shoulders.
"No," he answered. "It certainly never occurred to me."
"Nor to me either," said Lamberti, and he ate slowly and thoughtfully.
"My friend," observed Guido, "you are just a little enigmatical this evening."
"Not at all, not at all! I tell you that my nerves are good. You know something about archæology, do you not?"
The apparently irrelevant question came after a short pause.
"Not much," Guido answered, supposing that Lamberti wished to change the subject on account of the servant. "What do you want to know?"