"That's what I like," said he, "and damn the moon, colonel!" His sentence was hardly out of his mouth when the door opened, and to our astonishment the queen entered.

Helga was just behind her; her clasped hands and frightened eyes seemed to protest that their coming was against her will.

The queen was clad in a long white robe, and her hair hung on her shoulders, being but loosely bound with a ribbon.

Her air showed great agitation, and without any greeting or notice of the rest she walked quickly across the room to me.
"The dream, Fritz," she said.

"It has come again.