Like a head on a coin, clear and raised, he saw again the swarthy face; he heard the strange pattering voice, felt her warm touch on his hand.
"When the light fades ... on the turn of the tide ... there's the Lucky Moon and the Dream of your life...!"
The "Dream of his life"? He shook himself as though to break the uncanny spell.
"What nonsense it is! I expect she tells the same tale to every man." But he knew in his heart he was not unmoved. There was magic in the chosen words.
The Dream of his life...?
With wistful eyes he tried in vain to pierce the veil, knowing behind a vision lay, sweet—unguessed—the face of Love.
CHAPTER XXIV
"Now—what do you think of my Roof Garden?"
Lady Leason turned to McTaggart with a conscious air of triumph.