doorway, at the end of the passage, I saw a tall handsome woman in grey, deadly pale, with clean-cut features, carrying a little child of about two years of age or under upon her arm. The thought struck me, 'Who can she be?' But I almost immediately said to myself, ’What can it matter to me who she is?'
"The caretaker of the house immediately, and without noticing her, led me to that very room, and went past her without a word or turning his head towards her. I followed, and in so doing brushed past the Grey Woman, also without a word.
"On entering the room I saw that in it was a second door in the same end wall in which was that by which I had come in, and that between these two doors was a broad space. I at once decided that this should be my bedchamber, and that I would place my bed between the two doors, as most convenient for the light and for the fireplace.
"Then, suddenly, without awaking, my dream shifted, and I thought that I was in that identical room, and in my own bed, placed where I had designed to place it; that all my belongings were about me.
"Next, the second door, that by which I had not entered, was opened, and again I saw the Grey Woman come in, with the little one toddling before her pushing before it a round wheel-toy with coloured beads on the spokes. I nudged my husband and said, 'Alex, there is a nurse with a child in the room.' True to life he answered, 'Bosh!' Nevertheless, I repeated, ’Alex, look—there a nurse and child really are in the room.' By this time the pair had walked round the foot of the bed, almost to his side. He raised himself on one arm, and exclaimed, ’Good Lord! so there is.' Then I said, 'And they have both been dead long years ago.'
