The sudden change of the most opposite sensations, particularly the last scene, had affected me very much, and I sat myself down upon a tomb. “Is it not true, Hiermanfor?” said I after a long silence, “I have dreamed?”
“Dreamed?” he replied with astonishment, “and what have you dreamed?”
“Methought my tutor was standing upon this tomb, and talking strange things.”
“I have had the same vision.”
“Hiermanfor! don’t sport with my understanding.”
“It is as I have said.”
“It cannot be!” I exclaimed vehemently, “it was an illusion. Don’t think that I am still as credulous as I have been. Confess only that the vision was a new illusion, whereby you wanted to try me.”
“An illusion requires the assistance of machines: and I give you leave, nay, I beseech you to search for them. You may ransack the whole burying ground, but your labour will be lost.”
“That may be! It has perhaps been one of your finest artifices, but nevertheless it was mere delusion.”
“It was delusion, because you will have it so.”