I CONFESS THAT NOEL Dorgeroux's ambitions, at least in so far as they related to the turning of his discovery to practical account, did not strike me as absurd; and what I have said of the things seen at the Yard will exempt me, I imagine, from stating the reasons for my confidence. For the moment, therefore, I will leave the question aside and say no more of those three haunting eyes or the phantasmal scenes upon the magic screen. But how could I indulge the dreams of the future which Noel Dorgeroux suggested? How could I forget Berangere's hostile attitude, her ambiguous conduct?
True, during the months that followed, I often sought to cling to the delightful memory of the vision which I had surprised and the charming picture of Berangere bending over me with that soft look in her eyes.
