"Immensely," said Mr. Raleigh with a smile; "but, fortunately, for no great time."
"We shall be soon at home? Then I must have slept."
"Very like. What did you dream?"
"Oh, one must not tell dreams before breakfast, or they come to pass, you know."
"No,—I am uninitiated in dream-craft. Mr. Heath"——
"Monsieur," she cried, with sudden heat, "il me semble que je comprends les Laocoons! J'en suis de même!"
As she spoke, she fell, struck forward by a sudden shock, the coach was rocking like a boat, and plunging down unknown gulfs. Mr. Raleigh seized her, broke through the door, and sprang out.
"Qu'avez vous?" she exclaimed.
"The old willow is fallen in the wind," he replied.
"Quel dommage that we did not see it fall!"