It is but a dream of Miriam.

Let me dream on," and he turned his head.
Miriam thought for a moment.

Time was short and it was necessary to make him understand.

Well, it was not difficult.

Slowly she bent a little lower and pressed her lips upon his.
"Marcus," she went on, "I kiss you now to show you that I am no dream and how needful it is that you should be awakened.