Chapter xiii. Not Cured Yet.
We visited France, Germany, and Italy; and we were absent from England nearly two years.
Had time and change justified my confidence in them? Was the image of Mrs. Van Brandt an image long since dismissed from my mind?
No! Do what I might, I was still (in the prophetic language of Dame Dermody) taking the way to reunion with my kindred spirit in the time to come. For the first two or three months of our travels I was haunted by dreams of the woman who had so resolutely left me. Seeing her in my sleep, always graceful, always charming, always modestly tender toward me, I waited in the ardent hope of again beholding the apparition of her in my waking hours — of again being summoned to meet her at a given place and time. My anticipations were not fulfilled; no
