Her mother interposed.
"In your dreams? Inez, don't be so silly! What do you mean?"
"I mean what I say." She turned to Mr Ferguson. "In your dreams, have you not seen me?"
Mr Ferguson hardly knew what to make of her, or of himself.
"It is an extraordinary thing, but I do seem to have seen you in my dreams, many and many a time."
"It was not seeming. It was reality. We have seen each other in our dreams."
"Inez! Mr Ferguson, let me show you some photographs of our home in South America." She led Mr Ferguson towards a table on which there was a large portfolio. As they went, she whispered, "Ronald, I sometimes really think that Inez is a little mad."
Mr Ferguson answered her never a word. For in an instant of time, in the flashing of an eye, something seemed to have come into his life which had never come into it before. For one thing, there had come into his life the real presence of the ideal woman of his dreams.
II
"I think that I have earned him, Marian!"