Lady C. Philip was with me.
Sir G. You had a safe escort.
Lady C. But the path grew so difficult, we had to separate. I followed him; when suddenly he turned and——
Sir G. And what?
Lady C. Flung me over! I shrieked out, “Philip!”—and awoke.
Sir G. That was what startled us.
Lady C. Forgive me. Mr. Graham, for having even dreamt that you could be so little chivalrous.
Sir G. You are not well, my dear. It’s time you went upstairs. I’ll ring for your maid.
Lady C. She has gone to bed. It doesn’t matter. I can go alone.