"You dreamed? How? Tell me about this dream."
"I dreamed that you came into my room while I was asleep in bed, and kissed me!"
She continued to look at him intently a moment longer, as if she did not realize the full meaning of his words. Then--let us do her justice!--the blood rushed to her face, her cheeks flamed fiery red. With her hands she veiled her eyes. She gave a little cry.
"Ah, mon Dieu! It was you--I remember. Quelle horreur!"
There was silence. Before she removed her hands from her eyes she turned away. She stood with her back towards him, trifling with a brush which he had placed upon the table. She spoke scarcely above a whisper.
"Monsieur, I thought you were asleep."
"I was asleep. I saw you in a dream."
"Then did--did I wake you?"
"You must have done. I woke--you must forgive my saying so--with a kiss tingling on my lips." The lady put her hands up to her eyes again. "The dream had been so vivid I could not understand it. I got up to see if anyone was in the room."
"If you had caught me!"