"
A flutter, indicative of general boredom; went round the table. Other
people's dreams are about as universally interesting as accounts of other
people's gardens, or chickens, or children.
"I dreamt about the winner of the Derby," said Lola.
A swift reaction of attentive interest set in.
"Do tell us what you dreamt," came in a chorus.
"The really remarkable thing about it is that I've dreamt it two nights
running," said Lola, finally deciding between the allurements of sausages
and kedgeree; "that is why I thought it worth mentioning. You know, when
I dream things two or three nights in succession, it always means
something; I have special powers in that way. For instance, I once
dreamed three times that a winged lion was flying through the sky and one
of his wings dropped off, and he came to the ground with a crash; just
afterwards the Campanile at Venice fell down. The winged lion is the
symbol of Venice, you know," she added for the enlightenment of those who
might not be versed in Italian heraldry. "Then," she continued, "just
before the murder of the King and Queen of Servia I had a vivid dream of
two crowned figures walking into a slaughter-house by the banks of a big
river, which I took to be the Danube; and only the other day--"
"Do tell us what you've dreamt about the Derby," interrupted Odo
impatiently.
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