Do you know--I can hardly believe
you're just a dream, you do look so exactly real. Do you know...' his
voice dropped, 'I can say it to YOU, though, of course, if I said it to
anyone that wasn't a dream they'd call me mad; there was something about
that Amulet you gave me--something very mysterious.'

'There was that,' said Robert.

'Ah, I don't mean your pretty little childish mysteries about where you
got it. But about the thing itself. First, the wonderful dreams I used
to have, after you'd shown me the first half of it! Why, my book on
Atlantis, that I did, was the beginning of my fame and my fortune, too.
And I got it all out of a dream! And then, "Britain at the Time of the
Roman Invasion"--that was only a pamphlet, but it explained a lot of
things people hadn't understood.'

'Yes,' said Anthea, 'it would.'

'That was the beginning. But after you'd given me the whole of the
Amulet--ah, it was generous of you!--then, somehow, I didn't need to
theorize, I seemed to KNOW about the old Egyptian civilization. And
they can't upset my theories'--he rubbed his thin hands and laughed
triumphantly--'they can't, though they've tried. Theories, they call
them, but they're more like--I don't know--more like memories. I KNOW
I'm right about the secret rites of the Temple of Amen.'

'I'm so glad you're rich,' said Anthea. 'You weren't, you know, at
Fitzroy Street.'

'Indeed I wasn't,' said he, 'but I am now. This beautiful house and this
lovely garden--I dig in it sometimes; you remember, you used to tell
me to take more exercise? Well, I feel I owe it all to you--and the
Amulet.'

'I'm so glad,' said Anthea, and kissed him. He started.

'THAT didn't feel like a dream,' he said, and his voice trembled.

'It isn't exactly a dream,' said Anthea softly, 'it's all part of the
Amulet--it's a sort of extra special, real dream, dear Jimmy.'

'Ah,' said he, 'when you call me that, I know I'm dreaming. My little
sister--I dream of her sometimes. But it's not real like this. Do you
remember the day I dreamed you brought me the Babylonish ring?'

'We remember it all,' said Robert. 'Did you leave Fitzroy Street because
you were too rich for it?'

'Oh, no!' he said reproachfully. 'You know I should never have done such
a thing as that. Of course, I left when your old Nurse died and--what's
the matter!'

'Old Nurse DEAD?' said Anthea. 'Oh, NO!'

'Yes, yes, it's the common lot. It's a long time ago now.'

Jane held up the A