“You don’t believe in visions and dreams?”
“How do you know that?” replied the other.
“Oh, I only put it as a question; most people say they don’t.”
“Yes, but most people do.”
“I do,” said Lestrange.
He was silent for a moment.
“You know my trouble so well that I won’t bother you going over it, but there has come over me of late a feeling—it is like a waking dream.”
“Yes?”
“I can’t quite explain, for it is as if I saw something which my intelligence could not comprehend, or make an image of.”
“I think I know what you mean.”