Then when you wake you will not think so cruelly of me.

Oh, that I might be she--and you your loving self--that I might be she for one day in thought and word, in deed and voice, in face and soul! Dear love--you would never know it, yet I should know that you had had one loving thought for me.

You would forget.

It would not matter then to you, for you would have only dreamed, and I should have the certainty--for ever, to take with me always!" As though the words carried a meaning with them to his sleeping senses, a look of supreme and almost heavenly happiness stole over his sleeping face.

But Unorna could not see it.