You like it, I know, but I've dreamed another dream." She held up her head now; her lighted eyes more triumphantly rested; she was finding, she was following her way.

Maggie, by the same influence, sat in sight of it; there was something she was SAVING, some quantity of which she herself was judge; and it was for a long moment, even with the sacrifice the Princess had come to make, a good deal like watching her, from the solid shore, plunge into uncertain, into possibly treacherous depths.

"I see something else," she went on; "I've an idea that greatly appeals to me--I've had it for a long time.

It has come over me that we're wrong.
Our real life isn't here." Maggie held her breath.

"'Ours'-- ?" "My husband's and mine.