are I cannot surely be wrong, after all that has passed between us, in forgetting that you are a friend of only three months’ standing.”
She gave me the letter. It began abruptly, without any preliminary form of address, as follows—
“Do you believe in dreams? I hope, for your own sake, that you do. See what Scripture says about dreams and their fulfilment (Genesis xl. 8, xli. 25; Daniel iv. 18-25), and take the warning I send you before it is too late.
“Last night I dreamed about you, Miss
the light of a purer and a better world. The charm—most gently and yet most distinctly expressed—which they shed over the whole face, so covers and transforms its little natural human blemishes elsewhere, that it is difficult to estimate the relative merits and defects of the other features. It is hard