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They willed that John should see Allegra again.
    They met in the park one Sunday afternoon. He had seen her from far off, and his heart thumped against the side of his ribs. Supposing she should have forgotten him–
    But she had not forgotten. She stopped and spoke.In a few minutes they were walking side by side, striking out across the grass. He was ridiculously happy.
    He said suddenly and unexpectedly:
    â€˜Do you believe in dreams?’
    â€˜I believe in nightmares.’
    The harshness of her voice startled him.
    â€˜Nightmares,’ he said stupidly. ‘I didn’t mean nightmares.’
    Allegra looked at him.
    â€˜No,’ she said. ‘There have been no nightmares in your life. I can see that.’
    Her voice was gentle–different.
    He told her then of his dream of the white house, stammering a little. He had had it now six–no, seven times. Always the same. It was beautiful–so beautiful!
    He went on.
    â€˜You see–it’s to do with you –in some way. I had it first the night before I met you.’
    â€˜To do with me?’ She laughed–a short bitter laugh. ‘Oh, no, that’s impossible. The house was beautiful.’
    â€˜So are you,’ said John Segrave.
    Allegra flushed a little with annoyance.
    â€˜I’m sorry–I was stupid. I seemed to ask for a compliment, didn’t I? But I didn’t really mean that at all. The outside of me is all right, I know.’
    â€˜I haven’t seen the inside of the house yet,’ said JohnSegrave. ‘When I do I know it will be quite as beautiful as the outside.’
    He spoke slowly and gravely, giving the words a meaning that she chose to ignore.
    â€˜There is something more I want to tell you–if you will listen.’
    â€˜I will listen,’ said Allegra.
    â€˜I am chucking up this job of mine. I ought to have done it long ago–I see that now. I have been content to drift along knowing I was an utter failure, without caring much, just living from day to day. A man shouldn’t do that. It’s a man’s business to find something he can do and make a success of it. I’m chucking this, and taking on something else–quite a different sort of thing. It’s a kind of expedition in West Africa–I can’t tell you the details. They’re not supposed to be known; but if it comes off–well, I shall be a rich man.’
    â€˜So you, too, count success in terms of money?’
    â€˜Money,’ said John Segrave, ‘means just one thing to me–you! When I come back–’ he paused.
    She bent her head. Her face had grown very pale.
    â€˜I won’t pretend to misunderstand. That’s why I must tell you now, once and for all: I shall never marry .’
    He stayed a little while considering, then he said very gently:
    â€˜Can’t you tell me why?’
    â€˜I could, but more than anything in the world I do not want to tell you.’
    Again he was silent, then he looked up suddenly and a singularly attractive smile illumined his faun’s face.
    â€˜I see,’ he said. ‘So you won’t let me come inside the House–not even to peep in for a second? The blinds are to stay down.’
    Allegra leaned forward and laid her hand on his.
    â€˜I will tell you this much. You dream of your House. But I–don’t dream. My dreams are nightmares!’
    And on that she left him, abruptly, disconcertingly.
    That night, once more, he dreamed. Of late, he had realized that the House was most certainly tenanted. He had seen a hand draw aside the blinds, had caught glimpses of moving figures within.
    Tonight the House seemed fairer than it had ever done before. Its white walls shone in the sunlight. The peace and the beauty of it were complete.
    Then, suddenly, he became aware of a fuller ripple of the waves of joy. Someone was coming to the window. He knew it. A hand, the same hand that he had seen before, laid