Do you know I cut the rope because I felt that I was going mad, and wished to die sane.

What happened to you?
Did you slip ?" "No; I jumped after you.

It seemed best to end together, so that we might begin again together." "Brave old Horace!" he said affectionately, the tears starting to his grey eyes.
"Well, never mind all that," I broke in; "you see you were right when you said that we should get through, and we have.

Now for your tale." "It is interesting, but not very long," he answered, colouring.

"I went to sleep, and when I woke it was to find a beautiful woman leaning over me, and Horace--at first I thought that it was--you know who, and that she kissed me; but perhaps it was all a dream." "It was no dream," I answered.