Echoes of these things vibrate in my ears, and I wish that some one would come who could explain the dreams.
* * * * * * Strange footsteps are making the floor creak, and stopping there.

I open my eyes.

A woman is before me.

Ah! the sight of her throws me into infinite confusion! She is the woman of my vision.

Was it true, then?
I look at her with wide-open eyes.