I was occupied with the sudden surprises which her surroundings offered.
"I see, Madam," said I, smiling, "that still I am only asleep and dreaming.

But how exquisite a dream, here in this wild country! How unfit here am I, a savage, who introduce the one discordant note into so sweet a dream!" I gestured to my costume, gestured about me, as I took in the details of the long room in which we stood.

I swear it was the same as that in which I had seen her at a similar hour in Montreal! It was the same I had first seen in Washington! Impossible?
I am doubted?
Ah, but do I not know?
Did I not see?
Here were the pictures on the walls, the carved Cupids, the candelabra with their prisms, the chairs, the couches! Beyond yonder satin curtains rose the high canopy of the embroidery-covered couch, its fringed drapery reaching almost to the deep pile of the carpets.

True, opportunity had not yet offered for the full concealment of these rude walls; yet, as my senses convinced me even against themselves, here were the apartments of Helena von Ritz, furnished as she had told me they always were at each place she saw fit to honor with her presence! Yet not quite the same, it seemed to me.

There were some little things missing, just as there were some little things missing from her appearance.