He felt the strange calmness stealing over him and it grew deeper and deeper until he fell asleep.
He did not know when he fell asleep and when he began to dream; his dream was so real that he did not feel as if he were dreaming.

He remembered afterward how intensely wide awake and alert he had thought he was.

He thought that as he sat and breathed in the scent of the late roses and listened to the lapping of the water at his feet he heard a voice calling.

It was sweet and clear and happy and far away.
It seemed very far, but he heard it as distinctly as if it had been at his very side.
"Archie! Archie! Archie!" it said, and then again, sweeter and clearer than before, "Archie! Archie!" He thought he sprang to his feet not even startled.

It was such a real voice and it seemed so natural that he should hear it.
"Lilias! Lilias!" he answered.