"It has come true, Richmond," she said.
"What has, my love?" he asked, uneasily.
"My dream. Do you not remember the dream I told you and Charley, long ago, when I first knew you?"
"Yes, I remember it. You told it so impressively I could not forget it. What of that dream, my dear?"
She laughed—such a mockery of laughter as it was!
"It was you I saw in that dream, Richmond; it was you who drove me, all wounded and bleeding, through the fiery furnace. You are doing it now, Richmond. But I did not tell you all my dream then. I did not tell you then that at last I turned, sprang upon my torturer, and STRANGLED him in my own death throes!"
Again she laughed, and looked up in his face with her gleaming eyes.
"My dear, you are hysterical," he said in alarm. "Be calm; do not excite yourself so. I always knew you were wild; but positively this is the very superlative of wildest. To-morrow you will feel better, Georgia."
"Oh, yes—to-morrow, when I shall have begged her pardon! Listen, 233Richmond, do you know what I wished to-night?"
"No, dear Georgia; what was it?"