"Then I tell you that you may come in and rest for a while. Yes,
and talk to me. Presently you can go on. I will show you the
way."

She let go my wrists and stood up, clasping her hands behind her
head.

"You're very hospit- "

"It isn't a question of hospitality or anything else," she said
slowly. "I just tell you that you may come in if you want to."

I gazed at the slim, straight figure, the bare bent arms, the
soft white throat. Then I drew myself up and bestrode the
coping.

"Of course," I said, "this is a dream. In reality I am fast
asleep in the car. Possibly I have met with an accident and am
still unconscious. Yet your hands felt warm..."

"And your wrists very cold, sir. Come along in and sit down.
Even if you are dreaming I suppose you'll be able to drink some
coffee if I give it you."

"If you give it me."

I drew up the thong and followed her into the room. She motioned
me to sit in a deep chair and put cigarettes by my side. Then
she lighted the lamps that were set beneath two little silver