Here it was all glass-clear. 'Where are you? I can't find you. I can't
see!'
A dreadful, searching pain shot through him. He was losing her, just
when he had found her. He struggled, clung, fought frantically to hold
her. But his fingers seized the air.
'Oh, I shall find you--even when you wake,' he heard far away among
the stars. 'Try and remember me--when I come. _Try and remember_....'
It dipped into the distance. He had lost her. He caught a glimpse of
the Pleiades as he fell at a fearful speed. Some one behind them
picked up stars and tossed them after him. They dimmed as they shot
by--from gold to white, from white to something very pale. Behind them
rose a wave of light that hurt his eyes.
'Look out! The Interfering Sun!' came a disappearing voice that was
followed by a peal of laughter. 'I hope you found her, and I hope you
caught it well. You deserved to....'
There was a scent of hair that he loved, a vision of mischievous brown
eyes, an idea that somebody was turning a somersault beside him--and
then he landed upon the solid earth with a noise like thunder.
The room was dark. At first he did not recognise it. Through the open
window came the clatter of lumbering traffic that passed heavily down
St. James's Street. He rose stiffly from his chair, vexed with himself
for having dozed.
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