This I did with much the same sensations that are evoked by taking one's place upon an operation-table.
Next she brought that accursed _Taduki_ box, I mean the inner silver one, the contents of which I heartily wished I had thrown upon the fire, and set it down, open, near the tripod.

Lastly she lifted some glowing embers of wood from the grate with tongs, and dropped them into the stone bowl.
"I think that's all.

Now for the great adventure," she said in a voice that was at once rapt and dreamy.
"What am I to do ?" I asked feebly.
"That is quite simple," she replied, as she sat herself down beside me well within reach of the _Taduki_ box, the brazier being between us with its tripod stand pressed against the edge of the couch, and in its curve, so that we were really upon each side of it.

"When the smoke begins to rise thickly you have only to bend your head a little forward, with your shoulders still resting against the settee, and inhale until you find your senses leaving you, though I don't know that this is necessary for the stuff is subtle.

Then throw your head back, go to sleep and dream." "What am I to dream about ?" I inquired in a vacuous way, for my senses were leaving me already.
"You will dream, I think, of past events in which both of us played a part, at least I hope so.