Dog Catch, also, is whining and scratching at my door to tell me that it is time for me to get up, and take him out for his walk.
And, then, I recollect all.
I realise that I’ve only been dreaming; although, I almost believe that I can see Min’s dear face and outstretched arms still before me.
Of course, it was only a dream.
But, curious, wasn’t it?
Chapter Two.
Manoeuvring.
O! slippery state of things. What sudden turns,
What strange vicissitudes in the first leaf
Of man’s sad history. To-day most happy,
And ere to-morrow’s sun has set, most abject!
How scant the space between these vast extremes.