But when I saw the effect of my words upon Edith, I knew that it was no dream, but another mystery, and a more puzzling one than any I had before encountered.

For from the moment that the drift of my question became apparent, she showed indications of the most acute embarrassment.

Her eyes, always so frank and direct in expression, had dropped in a panic before mine, while her face crimsoned from neck to forehead.
"Pardon me," I said, as soon as I had recovered from bewilderment at the extraordinary effect of my words.

"It seems, then, that I was not dreaming.

There is some secret, something about me, which you are withholding from me.