Her dreams had prophesied; and she saw what she foreknew.
In the wavering light she perceived a stooping form, and again she noticed a whiteness of hands and face set in a black frame.
'Yes!' she said, lifting herself on her elbow.

'Yes!--what do you want ?' 'You have been sobbing in your sleep,' said the voice.

'I know why you are unhappy.

My brother is beginning to love you--you might love him.

But there is some one between you--and there always will be.