"Do you admit," asked the doctor, more pugnaciously than ever, "that I have traced back every event of the dream to a waking impression which preceded it in Mr. Armadale's mind?"
"I have no wish to deny that you have done so," said Midwinter, resignedly.
"Have I identified the shadows with their living originals?"
"You have identified them to your own satisfaction, and to my friend's satisfaction. Not to mine."
"Not to yours? Can you identify them?"
"No. I can only wait till the living originals stand revealed in the future."
"Spoken like an oracle, Mr. Midwinter! Have you any idea at present of who those living originals may be?"
"I have. I believe that coming events will identify the Shadow of the Woman with a person whom my friend has not met with yet; and the Shadow of the Man with myself."
Allan attempted to speak. The doctor stopped him. "Let us clearly understand this," he said to Midwinter. "Leaving your own case out of the question for the moment, may I ask how a shadow, which has no distinguishing mark about it, is to be identified with a living woman whom your friend doesn't know?"
Midwinter's color rose a little. He began to feel the lash of the doctor's logic.
"The landscape picture of the dream has its distinguishing marks," he replied; "and in that landscape the living woman will appear when the living woman is first seen."
"The same thing will happen, I suppose," pursued the doctor, "with the man-shadow which you persist in identifying with yourself. You will be associated in the future with a statue broken in your friend's presence, with a long window looking out on a garden, and with a shower of rain pattering against the glass? Do you say that?"
"I say that."
"And so again, I presume, with the next vision? You and the mysterious woman will be brought together in some place now unknown, and will present to Mr. Armadale some liquid yet unnamed, which will turn him faint?--Do you seriously tell me you believe this?"
"I seriously tell you I believe it."
"And, according to your view, these fulfillments of the dream will mark the progress of certain coming events, in which Mr. Armadale's happiness, or Mr. Armadale's safety, will be dangerously involved?"
"That is my firm conviction."
The doctor rose, laid aside his moral dissecting-knife, considered for a moment, and took it up again.