I got a hint of that in a pretty poem once-- "'Time seemed to pause a little pace, I heard a dream go by.'" "But out here in mid-ocean a little boat with lateen sails wouldn't have much show.

And dreams passing over--the idea is pretty, and is creditable to your imagination.

But I thought your fancy was more militant.

Now, for example, you like battle pictures--" he said, and paused inquiringly.
She looked at him quickly.
"How do you know I do ?" "You like Detaille particularly." "Am I to defend my taste ?--what's the answer, if you don't mind ?" "Detaille is much to my liking, also; but I prefer Flameng, as a strictly personal matter.

That was a wonderful collection of military and battle pictures shown in Paris last winter." She half withdrew her hand from his arm, and turned away.