I flung myself by the bed-side--perhaps I wept outright--God knows! It is thought a shame for a man to weep; yet One Man wept, and that too was over His friend--His brother.
"You must not grieve over me any more, dear lad; to-morrow, please God! I mean to be quite well again." Amidst all my joy I marvelled over what could be the cause of so miraculous a change.
"You would smile if I told you--only a dream." No, I did not smile; for I believed in the Ruler of all our spirits, sleeping or waking.
"A dream so curious, that I have scarcely lost the impression of it yet.

Do you know, Phineas, she has been sitting by me, just where you sit now." "She ?" "Ursula." If I could express the tone in which he uttered the word, which had never fallen from his lips before--it was always either "Miss March," or the impersonal form used by all lovers to disguise the beloved name--"URSULA," spoken as no man speaks any woman's name save the one which is the music of his heart, which he foresees shall be the one fireside tune of his life, ever familiar, yet ever sweet.
"Yes, she sat there, talking.

She told me she knew I loved her--loved her so much that I was dying for her; that it was very wrong; that I must rise up and do my work in the world--do it for heaven's sake, not for hers; that a true man should live, and live nobly for the woman he loves--it is only a coward who dies for her." I listened, wonder-struck--for these were the very words that Ursula March might have uttered; the very spirit that seemed to shine in her eyes that night--the last night she and John spoke to one another.

I asked him if there was any more of the dream?
"Nothing clear.

I thought we were on the Flat at Enderley, and I was following her; whether I reached her or not I cannot tell.