5“The next night Fanny did not come home at all. As the hours passed and the emotion of my family deepened I began to realise the full enormity of the disaster that had come upon our home.”
Sarnac paused and smiled. “Never was there so clinging a dream. I am still half Harry Mortimer Smith and only half myself. I am still not only in memory but half in feeling also that young English barbarian in the Age of Confusion. And yet all the time I am looking at my story from our point of view and telling it in Sarnac’s voice. Amidst this sunshine...Was it really a dream?...I don’t believe I am telling you a dream.”
“It isn’t a bit like a dream,” said Willow. “It is a story—a real story. Do you think it was a dream?”
Sunray shook her head. “Go on,” she said to Sarnac. “Whatever it is, tell it.
