"Whither?" she murmured.
"To Paradise," said he. "But the dream ends. If it did not end" He paused.
"If it did not end?" a breathless longing whisper echoed.
"If it did not end now, it should not end even with death," said he.
"You see them in your dream? You see them riding?"
"Aye, swiftly, side by side, they two alone, through the morning. None is near; none knows."
He seemed to be searching her face for something that yet he scarcely hoped to find.
"Their dream," said he, "brings them at last to a small cottage; it is where they live."
"They live?"
"And work," he added. "For she keeps his home while he works."
"What does she do?" asked Osra, with smiling wondering eyes.
"She gets his supper for him when he comes home weary in the evening, and makes a bright fire, and"
"Ah, and she runs to meet him at the door! Oh, farther than the door!"
