this room he is still here, unless he has flown through the
 window or Your Majesty has been dreaming."
 
"Fool, do I look like a man who has been dreaming?
 Did I overturn this lamp? did I tear these papers?"
 
“Sire, I am nothing but a worm of the earth; God forbid
 that I should contradict my sovereign. Your majesty does
 not hire me to give him the le. But this year strange
 dreams are an epidemic. No one knows what he may do
 or suffer in his sleep. Only Just now I was overtaken
 with sleep in spite of myself, and if I were not sure that I
 was dreaming I should declare that an invisible hand
 boxed my ears twice, at which I awakened with a start.”
 
"Tt was the specter!” said the king.
 
“Your Majesty is right,” replied Rachimburg; “I am
 nothing but a simpleton; it was the specter.”
 
“ And I did not know her!" resumed Charming. “ Never¬
 theless, it was her voice and air. What does this mean?
 Is it a new insult? Is it a warning from heaven? Does
 some danger threaten me? No matter, I will remain in
 my kingdom. My friend, not a word of all this: take
 this purse and keep the secret.’
 
“That makes the third,” murmured the faithful Rachim¬
 burg, as he undressed the king with a zeal and address which
 several times made His Majesty smile.
 
So many emotions one after another banished sleep; it