'What did you dream?' said Knight moodily.
'Oh, nothing to be told. 'Twas a sort of incubus. There is never
anything in dreams.'
'I hardly supposed there was.'
'I know that. However, what I so vividly dreamt was this, since
you would like to hear. It was the brightest of bright mornings
at East Endelstow Church, and you and I stood by the font. Far
away in the chancel Lord Luxellian was standing alone, cold and
impassive, and utterly unlike his usual self: but I knew it was
he. Inside the altar rail stood a strange clergyman with his book
open. He looked up and said to Lord Luxellian, "Where's the
bride?" Lord Luxellian said, "There's no bride." At that moment
somebody came in at the door, and I knew her to be Lady Luxellian
who died. He turned and said to her, "I thought you were in the
vault below us; but that could have only been a dream of mine.
Come on." Then she came on. And in brushing between us she
chilled me so with cold that I exclaimed, "The life is gone out of
me!" and, in the way of dreams, I awoke. But here we are at
Camelton.'
They were slowly entering the station.
'What are you going to do?' said Knight. 'Do you really intend to
call on the Swancourts?'
'By no means. I am going to make inquiries first. I shall stay
at the Luxellian Arms to-night. You will go right on to
Endelstow, I suppose, at once?'
'I can hardly do that at this time of the day.
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