mind. Time was abolished; want was abolished. Everything was still; and everything was full of light. Together they sank into unconsciousness.
When he opened his eyes and saw Jill standing before him, he looked at her quietly for a long moment while the dream slid in upon itself, backward, and Jill, and his Nannie, were as real as Marthe had been. There was no shock or loss. It was all one. Then, in a sudden surprise, he sprang to his feet. Behind Jill was Amélie, with a steaming broc in her hand.
'Good God, Jill—what has happened!' he said, but the dream was about him and he smiled at her.
'The car broke down. I walked back in the rain. That's all.' Jill, too, smiled at him. 'Put the water in the dressing-room, Amélie.'
Graham turned his eyes on the window. 'But it's thunder I hear. It's a great storm. Have you been out in this storm? Have I slept all day?'
'Nearly all day,' said Jill. She walked towards the dressing-room, Amélie following her.
'But—Jill—you're drowned!' he cried.
'Ah—it is a wonder indeed that Madame is not drowned—in this flood!' Amélie set down the broc for a moment to enlighten him. 'Never has there been such a flood in Buissac. Already the poor people are driving their cattle into the town and the corpse of a cow passed along the river a little while ago.' Amélie was tragic and exhilarated.
Jill had fallen on a chair in the dressing-room, and, after looking at her for a moment, Graham knelt down
