"The dream? What are you talking about--it's a bag."
"Precisely, it is a bag, and the bag's the dream."
She observed him with a look in her big, wide open eyes which made them seem almost as if they were a child's.
"Are you dreaming still, or am I?"
She replied to his question with another.
"Rupert, do you always believe every word I say?"
"Well"--he made a sound as if he might have been clearing his throat--"that depends."
"At least you must believe every word I am going to tell you now; you hear, Rupert, you must. You know what those people said last night about the things they had lost?"
"Am I likely to have forgotten? Am I ever likely to forget?"
"Rupert--now this is the part which you have to believe--I dreamt that all those things were in a leather bag which was in this chest."