"Don't let that old quarrel poison all this," I say almost entreatingly. "It happened all differently here—everything is different here. Your double will be back to-morrow. Wait for him. Perhaps then you will understand——"
He shakes his head, and then bursts out with, "What do I want with a double? Double! What do I care if things have been different here? This——"
He thrusts me weakly back with his long, white hand. "My God!" he says almost forcibly, "what nonsense all this is! All these dreams! All Utopias! There she is——! Oh, but I have dreamt of her! And now——"