“you here yet? Go along with the rest of the dream! scatter!”

But he only laughed, in his light-hearted way, and fell to making fun of my sorry plight.

“All right,” I said resignedly, “let the dream go on; I’m in no hurry.”

“Prithee what dream?”

“What dream? Why, the dream that I am in Arthur’s court — a person who never e11sted; and that I am talking to you, who are nothing but a work of the imagination.”

“Oh, la, indeed! and is it a dream that you’re to be burned to-morrow? Ho-ho — answer me that!”

The shock that went through me was distressing.