Come, children, don't scold me: I know I am wrong.

The remembrance of your dear mother is mixed with this dream, and you do well to speak of it seriously.

Besides," added he, with a grave air, "dreams will sometimes come true.

In Spain, two of the Empress's dragoons, comrades of mine, dreamt, the night before their death, that they would be poisoned by the monks--and so it happened.

If you continue to dream of this fair angel Gabriel, it is--it is--why, it is, because you are amused by it; and, as you have none too many pleasures in the daytime, you may as well get an agreeable sleep at night.