Part 10 (1/2)

”I dreamt that I saw it last night, the temple and the house, and all the Forum besides, and not in ruins either, but just as everything was in old times. Could the Vestals' house have had an upper story? Is that possible?”

”The archaeologists are sure that it had,” answered Guido, becoming more interested. ”Do you mean to say that you dreamt you saw it with an upper story?”

”Yes. And the temple was something like the one they used to call Vesta's, only it was more ornamented, and the columns seemed very near together. The round wall, just within the columns, was decorated with curious designs in low relief--something like a wheel, and scallops, and curved lines. It is hard to describe, but I can see it all now.”

Guido rose from his seat quickly.

”I will get the number that has the drawing in it,” he said, explaining.

During the few moments that pa.s.sed while he was out of the room Lamberti sat staring at his empty place as fixedly as he had stared at the dark line of the Janiculum a few minutes earlier. The man-servant, who had been with him at sea, watched him with a sort of grave sympathy that is peculiarly Italian. Then, as if an idea of great value had struck him, he changed Lamberti's plate, poured some red wine into the tumbler, and filled it up with water. Then he retired and watched to see whether his old master would drink. But Lamberti did not move.

”Here it is,” said Guido, entering the room with a large yellow-covered pamphlet open in his hands. ”Was it like this?”

As he asked the question he laid the pamphlet on the clean plate before his friend. The pages were opened at Balda.s.sare Peruzzi's rough pen-and-ink sketch of the temple of Vesta; and as Lamberti looked at it, his lids slowly contracted, and his features took an expression of mingled curiosity and interest.

”The man who drew that had seen what I saw,” he said at last. ”Did he draw it from some description?”

”He drew it on the spot,” answered Guido. ”The temple was standing then.

But as for your dream, it is quite possible that you may have seen this same drawing in a shop window at Spithoever's or Loescher's, for instance, without noticing it, and that the picture seemed quite new to you when you dreamt it. That is a simple explanation.”

”Very,” said Lamberti. ”But I saw the whole Forum.”

”There are big engravings of imaginary reconstructions of the Forum, in the booksellers' windows.”

”With the people walking about? The two young priests standing in the morning sun on the steps of the temple of Castor and Pollux? The dirty market woman trudging past the corner of the Vestals' house with a basket of vegetables on her head? The door slave sweeping the threshold of the Regia with a green broom?”

”I thought you knew nothing about the Forum,” said Guido, curiously.

”How do you come to know of the Regia?”

”Did I say Regia? I daresay--the name came to my lips.”

”Somebody has hypnotised you,” said Guido. ”You are repeating things you have heard in your sleep.”

”No. I am describing things I saw in my sleep. Am I the sort of man who is easily hypnotised? I have let men try it once or twice. We were all interested in hypnotism on my last s.h.i.+p, and the surgeon made some curious experiments with a lad who went to sleep easily. But last night I was at home, alone, in my own room, in bed, and I dreamt.”

Guido shrugged his shoulders a little indifferently.

”There must be some explanation,” he said. ”What else did you dream?”

Lamberti's lids drooped as if he were concentrating his attention on the remembered vision.

”I dreamt,” he said, ”that I saw a veiled woman in white come out of the temple door straight into the sunlight, and though I could not see the face, I knew who she was. She went down the steps and then up the others to the house of the Vestals, and entered in without looking back. I followed her. The door was open, and there was no one to stop me.”

”That is very improbable,” observed Guido. ”There must have always been a slave at the door.”

”I went in,” continued Lamberti without heeding the interruption, ”and she was standing beside one of the pillars, a little way from the door.

She had one hand on the column, and she was facing the sun; her veil was thrown back and the light shone through her hair. I came nearer, very softly. She knew that I was there and was not afraid. When I was close to her she turned her face to mine. Then I took her in my arms and kissed her, and she did not resist.”

Guido smiled gravely.