For a little while Beatrice still looked
at him in the same absent manner, then suddenly started up, the red
blood streaming to her brow.
"Why, Mr. Bingham," she said, "is it really you? What was it that I
said? Oh, pray forgive me, whatever it was. I have been asleep dreaming
such a curious dream, and talking in my sleep."
"Do not alarm yourself, Miss Granger," he answered, recovering himself
with a jerk; "you did not say anything dreadful, only that you were glad
to see me. What were you dreaming about?"
Beatrice looked at him doubtfully; perhaps his words did not ring quite
true.
"I think that I had better tell you as I have said so much," she
answered. "Besides, it was a very curious dream, and if I believed in
dreams it would rather frighten me, only fortunately I do not. Sit down
and I will tell it to you before I forget it. It is not very long."
He took the chair to which she pointed, and she began, speaking in the
voice of one yet laden with the memories of sleep.
"I dreamed that I stood in space. Far to my right was a great globe of
light, and to my left was another globe, and I knew that the globes were
named Life and Death.
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