You can call up vividly before me the remembered and unremembered sights of my life.

You can make me see clearly the sights impressed upon your own memory.

You might do that, and yet you could be showing me nothing which I do not see now before me--of those things which I care to see." "But suppose that you were wrong, and that I had no dream to show you, but a reality ?" She spoke the words very earnestly, gazing into his eyes at last without fear.

Something in her tone struck him and fixed his attention.
"There is no sleep needed to see realities," he said.
"I did not say that there was.

I only asked you to come with me to the place where she is." The Wanderer started slightly and forgot all the instinct of opposition to her which he had felt so strongly before.
"Do you mean that you know--that you can take me to her----" he could not find words.