"I think she is a dream."
"No, only part of a dream."
"How long will the dream last?"
"Until dawn."
"What is the dawn?"
"Death."
The word roused ungracious thoughts in Eveleth, and he turned his face to the wall, falling into a half dream. When next he looked toward his host it was at the instigation of low voices. A servant was standing by the hammock,—not the mysterious Japanese girl, but a black boy in a red fez. Aurelian looked toward Eveleth sleepily.
"One is without and craves entrance," said he. "What shall I say to him? He has come as my guest; shall I receive him here?"
"Is he an 'Elect'?"
"No, he is not an 'Elect.'"