There was an inkling of some vast inheritance already in his mind--a vast inheritance perhaps misapplied--of some unprecedented importance and opportunity.
What had he to do?
And this room's secluded silence was eloquent of imprisonment! It came into Graham's mind with irresistible conviction that this series of magnificent impressions was a dream.

He tried to shut his eyes and succeeded, but that time-honoured device led to no awakening.
Presently he began to touch and examine all the unfamiliar appointments of the two small rooms in which he found himself.
In a long oval panel of mirror he saw himself and stopped astonished.

He was clad in a graceful costume of purple and bluish white, with a little greyshot beard trimmed to a point, and his hair, its blackness streaked now with bands of grey, arranged over his forehead in an unfamiliar but pleasing manner.

He seemed a man of five-and-forty perhaps.

For a moment he did not perceive this was himself.
A flash of laughter came with the recognition.