Give me time." Then I rose, and going to the open window, drew up the blind and stood there staring at the sky, which grew pearl-hued with the first faint tinge of dawn.

Leo came also and leant upon the window-sill, and I could feel that his body was trembling as though with cold.

Clearly he was much moved.
"You talk of a sign," I said to him, "but in your sign I see nothing but a wild dream." "It was no dream," he broke in fiercely; "it was a vision." "A vision then if you will, but there are visions true and false, and how can we know that this is true?
Listen, Leo.

What is there in all that wonderful tale which could not have been fashioned in your own brain, distraught as it is almost to madness with your sorrow and your longings?
You dreamed that you were alone in the vast universe.

Well, is not every living creature thus alone?
You dreamed that the shadowy shape of Ayesha came to you.