As wells drink in November, when it rains.
Pre. (having read the letters.) Is this a dream? O, if it be a dream
Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!
Repeat thy story! Say I’m not deceived!
Say that I do not dream! I am awake;
This is the gipsy camp; this is Victorian,
And this his friend, Hypolito! Speak—speak!
Let me not wake and find it all a dream!
Vic. It is a dream, sweet child! a waking dream,
A blissful certainty—a vision bright