In her arms this woman nursed a beauteous, sleeping child, singing happily as she rocked it to and fro.

Yva went towards the woman who looked up at her step and uttered a little cry.

Then for the first time I saw the woman's face.

It was that of my dead wife! As I followed in my dream, a little cloud of mist seemed to cover both my wife and Yva, and when I reached the place Yva was gone.

Only my wife remained, she and the child.