and earnestly watching the old man. "And that proves it to be only one opening!"

 

 

She looked so strangely like a child, puzzling over a difficult lesson, and Mein Herr had become, for the moment, so strangely like the old Professor, that I felt utterly bewildered: the ’eerie’ feeling was on me in its full force, and I felt almost impelled to say "Do you understand it, Sylvie ?" However I checked myself by a great effort, and let the dream (if indeed it was a dream) go on to its end.