Understand her who would be understood and is comprehensible to those that run, and for the others let them be, lest your fate should be as the fate of Eve, and as the fate of Lucifer, Star of the morning.

For here and there beats a human heart from which it is not wise to draw the veil--a heart in which many things are dim as half-remembered dreams in the brain of the sleeper.
Draw not the veil, whisper not the word of life in the silence where all things sleep, lest in that kindling breath of love and pain pale shapes arise, take form, and fright you! A minute or so might have passed when suddenly, and with a little start, Jess opened her great eyes, wherein the shadow of darkness lay, and gazed at him.
"Oh!" she said with a little tremor, "is it you or is it my dream ?" "Don't be afraid," he answered cheerfully, "it is I--in the flesh." She covered her face with her hand for a moment, then withdrew it, and he noticed that her eyes had changed curiously in that moment.

They were still large and beautiful as they always were, but there was a change.
Just now they had seemed as though her soul were looking through them.
Doubtless it was because the pupils had been enlarged by sleep.
"Your dream! What dream ?" he asked, laughing.
"Never mind," she answered in a quiet way that excited his curiosity more than ever.

"It was about this Kloof--and you--but 'dreams are foolishness.'".