Imagination, in particular, leaped into a sudden luxuriant growth.

It was true, of course it was quite true, that those friendly spirits of the air were singing all about him.

They were singing in unison a gay and brilliant song, very pleasant to hear, until he was startled by a new note that came into it, a note not in harmony with the others, the voice of Cassandra herself.

He listened and he was sure.

Beyond a doubt it was a note of warning.
Robert opened his eyes and everything went away.