"Is anything troubling you?
Last night you were so silent; to-day you talk.

It is bad to be unequal." His tone is grave.
"The night before last I had a bad dream," says Tita solemnly, turning her head a little to one side, and giving him a slight glance that lasts for the tiniest fraction of a second.
It occurs to Rylton that there is a little touch of wickedness in it.

At all events, he grows interested.
"A bad dream ?" "Yes, the worst!" She nods her small head reproachfully at him.

"I dreamt you were married to a princess!" "Well, so I am," says Rylton, smiling.
His smile is a failure, however; something in her air has disconcerted him.
"Oh no! No, she was not like me; she was a tall princess, and she was beautiful, and her hair was like a glory round her head.

She was a very dream in herself; whereas I---- Naturally , that puts me out of sorts!" She shrugs her shoulders pathetically.