Still he was in the throes of his dream and only half awakened.
"I've lost her," he whispered.
"You're wrong, idiot," said Ronicky softly, "you're wrong.

You've won her.

She's at the door now, waiting to come in." "Ronicky," said Bill Gregg, suddenly awake, "you've been the finest friend a man ever had, but, if you make a joke out of her, I'll wring your neck!" "Sure you would.

But, before you do that, jump into your clothes and open the door." Sleep was still thick enough in the brain of Bill Gregg to make him obey automatically.

He stumbled into his clothes and then shambled dizzily to the door and opened it.