"I was going to marry—in fact, had got as far as the proposal."
"Did she refuse you?" asked Veronica, raising her head, the beauty of which was enhanced by the rich coronet of hair, in which she had stuck a lovely pink.
"I don't know what would have happened, for at the critical moment the servant woke me."
"What a pity, we shall never know how it would have turned out!"
"You shall know some time."
"How?"
"I will tell you."
"How can you do that? Dreams cannot be continued from one night to another like novels in a periodical."
Gyuri drank his coffee, lit a cigar, and from out the cloud of smoke he replied in a mysterious voice, his eyes turned heavenward:
"There are such dreams, as you will see. And how did you sleep?"