“Was that why he interested you so much?”
“In what other way could he interest me?”
Renfrew kicked at one of the blazing logs and sent up a shower of red-hot flakes.
“Well, there was your dream, Claire.”
“Yes, there was that.”
“It was curious, coming just before we saw the fellow. And you say the two men were alike.”
“I did not say alike. I said the same.”
“How could that be?”
“How can a thousand things be? Yet we cannot deny them when they are, any more than we can deny that we feel an earthly immortality within us and yet crumble into dust. In sleep I saw that man. I saw his snake. I heard him play.”
“Yes, Claire, I know. It's damned strange.”