He fancied himself in his own chateau.

He thought that all his servants stood in a body before him, but that not one would move to wait on him.

He thought that he had abundance of the most tempting food and cooling drinks, but placed just beyond his reach.

He thought that he saw two lights like stars near together, which were close to the ground, and kept appearing and then vanishing away.

In time he became more sensible; the chateau melted into the stern reality of his prison walls; the delicate food became bread and water; the servants disappeared like spectres; but in the empty cell, in the dark corners near the floor, he still fancied that he saw two sparks of light coming and going, appearing and then vanishing away.