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Were you thinking of me? Were you speaking of me last night?

Yes, yes—forward in the prow

What time of the night was it?

What was the time of your vision?

An hour after midnight.

[With a look at .] Strange!

[''Rubbing his hands, and walking up and down the room.''] You see! Ha-ha; you see?

[Following him with his eyes.] Ah, then it is true

What? What is true?

The rumour of the mysterious arts you practise here.

Oh, what will not rumour exaggerate?—But tell me, what has rumour found to say? I am told