We aren't in a garret any longer, dear.

It's a fairy palace.Listen.

Can't you hear the people shout, and the music, and the fountains playing?
Can't you see the dusky walls fall back, the marble pillars, the lights in the ceiling ?" He turned his head.

He found himself, indeed, listening, found himself almost disappointed to hear nothing but the far-off, eternal roar of the city, and the melancholy grinding of a hurdy-gurdy below.

Always she carried him away by her intense earnestness, the bewitching softness of her voice, even when it was galleons full of treasure that she saw, with blood-red sails, coming up the river, full of treasure for them.