"Not as I did, for there was no remorse in your agony of mind."
"But there was. I thought I had done so wrong to marry you."
"And I—the moment I read your letter to Pansy, and hers to you, I knew what I had done. I wanted to tell you, but how could I? All one night I wandered about in the rain——"
"It was the very night, I believe, that I had my second dream. In that, you came and spoke to me quite kindly and tenderly. You said: 'All that is happening now is the dream. Those kisses that I once gave you are the reality.' I awoke, feeling so happy and all excited inside—do you know the feeling? It was dreadful to find it just a dream. Ah, I was miserable, what with the torment of Pansy being so ill ... and if I had but known it, you were longing to comfort me!"
"Oh," he muttered, "but I did feel abject! I could have crawled to your foot and begged you to set it on my head."
"I am glad you did not. I like you much better as you are now—fresh from a deed of heroism which will make the whole county buzz with your name for weeks to come."
"Oh, great Scott!" in sudden consternation, "I never thought of that!"
"Shall you grudge me my celebrated husband?"
He laughed audibly, a thing so rare that the very sound thrilled her. "You are too adorable! It can't be true! I shall awake." ...
"Did you ever dream about me?" she whispered when again he released her.