“What?” exclaimed the Doctor.
“And I started up in bed, sir. It was all a dream.”
“A dream!” cried the Doctor angrily. “Why, my good lad—”
“But it was all so real, sir, and I was thinking about it all day yesterday, and that perhaps it’s possible that I really did do it walking in my sleep.”
“Oh, impossible!” cried the Doctor.
“I don’t know, sir,” said the boy; “but you see, I might have done so.”
“Well—yes, you might,” said the Doctor slowly. “I did have a pupil once who was troubled with somnambulism. He used to walk into the next dormitory and scare the other boys.—Oh, but this is impossible!”
“I thought you’d say so, sir.”
“Yes,” said the Doctor, “impossible. Why, if it were true the belt must have been lying at the bottom of the well ever since the cricket-match weeks ago.”
“Yes, sir, and I must have done it then in my sleep; and the night before last I dreamed again what I dreamed before.”