"Tell me, what did you dream?"
"Nothing—a horrid dream——"
"What kind of dream?"
She resisted his persistence. He, on his part, grew more uneasy as his desire to know became greater.
"Tell me!"
Shaken with another shudder, she stammered:
"I dreamed—that I drew aside the shroud—and I saw—you——"
She smothered this last word in kisses.
VI.
THE INVINCIBLE.