It was growing dark.
"Look at me," she said, standing before him, and touching his brow.

He obeyed.
"You are the image in my eyes," she said, after a moment's pause.
"Yes.

I am the image in your eyes," he answered in a dull voice.
"You will never resist me again, I command it.

Hereafter it will be enough for me to touch your hand, or to look at you, and if I say, 'Sleep,' you will instantly become the image again.

Do you understand that ?" "I understand it." "Promise!" "I promise," he replied, without perceptible effort.
"You have been dreaming for years.