"How can I say?"
"But do you know if he has? If you do not tell me, I will ask him."
"I asked him that only yester-morning. He shook his head."
"Do you believe he can foresee all that is to happen?"
"No. Those who have the vision do not read all that is in the future. Only God knows. They can see the thing of peril, ay, and the evil of accident, and even Death—and what is more, the nearness and sometimes the way of it. But no man sees more than this—unless, indeed, he has been to Tir-na-h'Oigh."
Mrs. Maclean spoke the last words almost in a whisper, and as though she said them in a dream.
"Unless he has been to Tir-na-h'Oigh, Mary?"
"So it is said. Our people believe that the Land of Eternal Youth lies far yonder across the sea; but Aodh, the poet, is right when he tells us that that land is lapped by no green waves such as we know here, and that those who go thither do so in sleep, or in vision, or when God has filled with dusk the house of the brain."
"And when a man has been to Tir-na-h'Oigh in sleep, or in dream, or in mind-dark, does he see there what shall soon happen here?"
"It is said."