I was startled as if by lightning.

Melchior.

Did you dream?

Moritz.

Only for a little while—of legs in light blue tights, that strode over the teacher's desk—to be correct, I thought they wanted to go over it. I only saw them for an instant.

Melchior.

George Zirschnitz dreamed of his mother.

Moritz.

Did he tell you that?

Melchior.