"You have been dreaming.

What have you dreamt ?" She raised herself a little in bed, again glancing round the room; then she put out her old ringed hand for one of his, and he gave it, wondering.
"The door is shut, father?
There is no one listening ?" "No, no, my child.

Why are you trembling?
You must not be superstitious." "Father, I will tell you.

Dreams are nonsense, are they not?
Well, at least, this is what I dreamt.
"I was somewhere in a great house; I do not know where it was.

It was a house I have never seen.