"I cannot see my prospects clearly to-night, sir; and I hardly know what thoughts I have in my head. Everything in life seems unreal."

     "Except me: I am substantial enough--touch me."

     "You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all: you are a mere dream."

     He held out his hand, laughing. "Is that a dream?" said he, placing it close to my eyes. He had a rounded, muscular, and vigorous hand, as well as a long, strong arm.

     "Yes; though I touch it, it is a dream," said I, as I put it down from before my face. "Sir, have you finished supper?"

     "Yes, Jane."

     I rang the bell and ordered away the tray. When we were again alone, I stirred the fire, and then took a low seat at my master's knee.

     "It is near midnight," I said.

     "Yes: but remember, Jane, you promised to wake with me the night before my wedding."