I went to you, and you clasped me in your arms.

You said, 'My darling wife, it has all been a mistake--a terrible mistake--and I am come to ask your pardon and to take you home.' In my dream, Norman, you kissed my face, my lips, my hands, and called me by every loving name you could invent.

You were so kind to me, and I was so happy.

And the dream was so vivid, Norman, that even after I awoke I believed it to be reality.

Then I heard the sobbing of the waves on the beach, and I cried out, 'Norman, Norman!' thinking you were still near me; but there was no reply.