Moreover，hecouldnotsleepwell。Nightmareshauntedhiminwhichhewasbeinghuntedandmockedbyajeeringcrowd，untilSimsarrivedandrescuedhiminthecab。OnlyitwasthedeadSimsthatdrovewithstaringeyesandfallenjaw，andthesideofthehorsewastornopen。
　　NexthesawIsobelandtheKnightinArmour，whokeptpaceoneithersideoftheghostlycabandmockedathim，tossingrosestoeachotherastheyspedalong，untilfinallyhisfatherappeared，calledIsobelayoungserpent，atwhichshelaughedloudly，andboreoffSimstobeburiedinthevaultwiththePlantagenetladyatMonk’sAcre。
　　Godfreywokeupshakingwithfear，wetwithperspiration，andreflectedearnestlyonhislatterend，whichseemedtobeathand。Ifthatgreat，burly，raucous-voicedSimshaddiedsosuddenly，whyshouldnothe，Godfrey？
　　HewonderedwhereSimshadgoneto，andwhathewasdoingnow。
　　Explainingthematterofthehalf-sovereigntoSt。Peter，perhaps，andhopinghumblythatitandotherswouldbeoverlooked，“sinceafterallhehaddonetherightthingbytheyounggent。“
　　PoorSims，hewassorryforhim，butitmighthavebeenworse。/He/
　　mighthavebeeninthecabhimselfandnowbeofferingexplanationsofhisownastoawilddesiretokillthatknightinarmour，andIsobelaswell。Oh!whatafoolhehadbeen。WhatbusinesswasitofhisifIsobelchosetogiverosestosomefriendofhersatadance？Shewasnothisproperty，butonlyagirlwithwhomhechancedtohavebeenbroughtup，andwhofoundhimapleasantcompanionwhentherewasnooneelseathand。
　　Bynature，ashasbeenrecorded，Godfreywasintenselyproud，andthenandtherehemadearesolutionthathewouldhavenothingmoretodowithIsobel。Neveragainwouldhehangabouttheskirtsofthatfineandrichyounglady，whoonthenightthathewasgoingawaycouldgiverosestoanotherman，justbecausehewasalordandgood-looking——yes，andkissthemtoo。Hisfatherwasquiterightaboutwomen，andhewouldtakehisadvicetotheletter，andbegintostudyProverbsforthwith，especiallythemarkedpassages。
　　Havingcometothisconclusion，andthuseasedhistroubledmind，hewenttosleepingoodearnest，forhewasverytired。Thenextthingofwhichhebecameawarewasthatsomeonewashammeringatthedoor，andcallingoutthataladydownstairssaidhemustgetupatonceifhemeanttobeintime。Helookedathiswatch，aseven-and-sixpennyarticlethathehadbeengivenoffaChristmastreeatHawk’sHall，andobserved，withhorror，thathehadjusttenminutesinwhichtodress，pack，andcatchthetrain。Somehowhedidit，forfortunatelyhisbillhadbeenpaid。Alwaysinafterdaysatumultuousvisionremainedinhismindofhimself，along，lankyouthwithunbrushedhairandunbuttonedwaistcoat，carryingabagandacoat，followedbyanhotelporterwithhisluggage，rushingwildlydownaninterminableplatformwithhisticketinhisteethtowardsanalreadymovingtrain。
　　AtanopencarriagedoorstoodaladyinwhomherecognizedMissOgilvy，whowasimploringtheguardtoholdthetrain。
　　“Can’tdoit，ma’am，anylonger，“saidtheguard，betweenblastsofhiswhistleandwavingsofhisgreenflag。“It’sallmyplaceisworthtodelaytheContinentalExpressformorethanaminute。Thankyoukindly，ma’am。Herehecomes，“andtheflagpausedforafewseconds。
　　“Inyougo，younggentleman。“
　　Aheave，astruggle，anavalancheofbaggage，andGodfreyfoundhimselfinthearmsofMissOgilvyinareservedfirst-classcarriage。
　　Fromthosekindsupportingarmsheslidgentlyandslowlytothefloor。
　　“Well，“saidthatlady，contemplatinghimwithhisbackrestingagainstaportmanteau，“youcutthingsratherfine。“
　　Stillseatedonthefloor，Godfreypulledouthiswatchandlookedatit，thenremarkedthatelevenminutesbeforehewasfastasleepinbed。
　　“Ithoughtasmuch，“shesaidseverely，“andthat’swhyItoldthemaidtoseeifyouhadbeencalled，whichIdaresayyouforgottoarrangeforyourself。“
　　“Idid，“admittedGodfrey，risingandbuttoninghiswaistcoat。“Ihavehadaverytroublednight；allsortsofthingshappenedtome。“
　　“Whathaveyoubeendoing？“askedMissOgilvy，whoseinterestwasexcited。
　　ThenGodfrey，whosebosomwasbursting，toldherall，andthestorylastedmostofthewaytoDover。
　　“Youpoorboy，“shesaid，whenhehadfinished，“youpoorboy!“
　　“Ileftthebasketwiththefoodbehind，andIamsohungry，“remarkedGodfreypresently。
　　“There’sarestaurantcaronthetrain，comeandhavesomebreakfast，“
　　saidMissOgilvy，“forontheboatyoumaynotwishtoeat。Ishallatanyrate。“
　　Thiswasuntrueforshehadbreakfastedalready，butthatdidnotmatter。
　　“MyfathersaidIwasnottotakemealsonthetrains，“explainedGodfrey，awkwardly，“becauseoftheexpense。“
　　“Oh!I’myourfather，orratheryourmother，now。Besides，Ihaveatable，“sheaddedinanebulousmanner。
　　SoGodfreyfollowedhertothediningcar，wherehemadeanexcellentmeal。
　　“Youdon’tseemtoeatmuch，“hesaidatlength。“Youhaveonlyhadacupofteaandhalfabitoftoast。“
　　“InevercanwhenIamgoingonthesea，“sheexplained。“IexpectI
　　shallbeveryill，andyouwillhavetolookafterme，andyouknowthelessyoueat，well——thelessyoucanbeill。“
　　“Whydidyounottellmethatbefore？“heremarked，contemplatinghisemptyplatewithagloomyeye。“BesidesIexpectweshallbeindifferentpartsoftheship。“
　　“Oh!Idaresayitcanbearranged，“sheanswered。
　　Andasamatteroffact，itwas“arranged，“allthewaytoLucerne。AtDoverstationMissOgilvyhadahurriedinterviewattheticketoffice。Godfreydidnotintheleastunderstandwhatshewasdoing，butasaresulthewashercompanionthroughoutthelongjourney。Thecrossingwasveryrough，anditwasGodfreywhowasill，excessivelyill，notMissOgilvywho，withtheassistanceofhermaidandthesteward，attendedassiduouslytohiminhisagonies。
　　“Andtothink，“hemoanedfaintlyastheymooredalongsideoftheFrenchpier，“thatonceIwishedtobeasailor。“
　　“Nelsonwasalwayssick，“saidMissOgilvy，wipinghisdampbrowwithascentedpocket-handkerchief，whilethemaidheldthesmelling-saltstohisnose。
　　“Thenhemusthavebeenafooltogotosea，“mutteredGodfrey，andrelapsedintoatorpor，fromwhichheawokeonlytofindhimselfstretchedatlengthonthecushionsofafirst-classcarriage。
　　Lateron，thejourneybecameveryagreeable。Godfreywasinterestedineverything，beingofaquickandreceptivemind，andMissOgilvyprovedafundofinformation。Whentheyhadexhaustedthescenerytheyconversedonothertopics。SoonshekneweverythingtherewastoknowabouthimandIsobel，whomitwasevidentshecouldnotunderstand。
　　“Tellme，“shesaid，lookingathisdarkandratherunusualeyes，“doyoueverhavedreams，Godfrey？“fornowshecalledhimbyhisChristianname。
　　“Notatnight，whenIsleepverysoundly，exceptafterthatpoorcabmanwaskilled。Ihaveseenlotsofdeadpeople，becausemyfatheralwaystakesmetolookatthemintheparish，toremindmeofmyownlatterend，ashesays，buttheynevermademedreambefore。“
　　“Thendoyouhavethematall？“
　　Hehesitatedalittle。
　　“Sometimes，atleastvisionsofasort，whenIamwalkingalone，especiallyintheevening，orwonderingaboutthings。ButalwayswhenIamalone。“
　　“Whatarethey？“sheaskedeagerly。
　　“Ican’tquiteexplain，“herepliedinaslowvoice。“Theycomeandtheygo，andIforgetthem，becausetheyfadeout，justlikeadreamdoes，youknow。“
　　“Youmustremembersomething；trytotellmeaboutthem。“
　　“Well，IseemtobeamongagreatmanypeoplewhomIhavenevermet。
　　YetIknowthemandtheyknowme，andtalktomeaboutallsortsofthings。Forinstance，ifIampuzzlingoveranythingtheywillexplainitquiteclearly，butafterwardsIalwaysforgettheexplanationandamnowiserthanIwasbefore。Ahandholdingaclothseemstowipeitoutofmymind，justasonecleansaslate。“
　　“Isthatall？“
　　“Notquite。OccasionallyImeetthepeopleafterwards。Forinstance，ThomasSims，thecabman，wasoneofthem，and，“headdedcolouring，“forgivemeforsayingso，butyouareanother。Iknewitatonce，themomentIsawyou，andthatiswhatmademefeelsofriendly。“
　　“Howveryodd!“sheexclaimed，“andhowdelightful。Because，yousee——
　　wellnevermind——“
　　Helookedatherexpectantly，butasshesaidnomore，wenton。
　　“ThennowandagainIseeplacesbeforeIreallydoseethem。Forexample，Ithinkthatpresentlyweshallpassalongahillsidewithgreatmountainslopesaboveandbelowuscoveredwithdarktrees。
　　Oppositetousalso，runninguptothreepeakswithapatchofsnowonthecentrepeak，butnotquiteatthetop。“Heclosedhiseyes，andadded，“Yes，andthereisavillageatthebottomofthevalleybyaswift-runningstream，andinitasmallwhitechurchwithaspireandagiltweathercockwithabirdonit。Then，“hecontinuedrapidly，“I
　　canseethehousewhereIamgoingtolive，withthePasteurBoiset，anoldwhitehousewithwoodsaboveandallaboutit，andthebeautifullakebeneath，andbeyond，agreatmountain。Thereisatreeinthegardenoppositethefrontdoor，likeabigcherrytree，onlythefruitlookslargerthancherries，“headdedwithconfidence。