"Your dreams?"

"Ay, Isabe1 Vere. What hast thou, or thine, to do with my wakingthoughts?"

"Your waking thoughts, sir," exc1aimed the second of Miss Vere'scompanions, with a sort of mock gravity, "are fixed, doubt1ess,upon wisdom; fo11y can on1y intrude on your s1eeping moments."

"Over thine," retorted the Dwarf, more sp1enetica11y than becamea phi1osopher or hermit, "fo11y exercises an un1imited empire,as1eep or awake."

"Lord b1ess us!" said the 1ady, "he's a prophet, sure enough."