…maliciously before the girl could stop him, “the signor doubtless knows his own English proverb, ‘ Two’s company, three’s none’ “Perhaps it was the man’s manner more than his words that stung me, but, however that may be, my wrath was roused, and I should have made a passionate reply had not the door of the coffee-room swung open, and a whole bevy of customers entered.There was no possibility of continuing the conversation, and the man and girl, quickly finishing their meal, rose to go.”Meet me outside the Waterloo Hotel at 6.30,” the girl whispered, with a little trill of laughter.””You know, in Poverty Corner.””Of course, I replied in a low voice; “I would go anywhere to meet you.”Accordingly at 6.30, I dreamed, I went to the place of assignation. After waiting there for some time, I had just decided to go away when the girl, looking more beautiful than…

…see! And don’t stop to ask questions!” But his brother shook him off.How ridiculous! I shall do nothing of the sort! He said. “I came here to walk, and walk I shall.Ah! By Jove! There is Mrs. So-and-so. How well she looks!” and in the most gallant manner possible he took off his hat and bowed. A universal shriek was the result, and a piping voice — that of the charming girl’s small brother — was heard to cry out, “Look, look, Ethel! There are the DeJones, and they have nothing on!” Then a huge policeman bounced across the road, and in a moment the two brothers were hustled along the busy thoroughfare, with half London at their heels. I cannot remember what my friend told me happened to him next, but I well remember him assuring me that, until he woke up, he certainly had an exceedingly disagreeable time…

…up endless staircases and along the most blood-curdling corridors, has at length cornered me in a gloomy top attic. All seems hopeless, and I am expecting to be caught every second, when, just as the dreadful creature bounds into the room, I leap on to the window-sill and, with a prodigious bound, spring into space. And then, joy of joys, instead of falling, I find I can fly — fly far away into the distant, boundless heavens where there is nothing to stop me.I have carefully counted the number of flying-dreams I have had in twelve months, from January 1,1910, to January 1, 1911, and find they amount to eighteen — truly, a fair percentage! And what happens after them? Generally a surprise visit, or unexpected journey or letter, or unusually heavy correspondence — nothing more serious. But as dreams go, I know of few that are more fascinating….