"Do speak English, Mimsey, please."
O my God! My mother's voice, so forgotten, yet so familiar, so
unutterably dear! I rushed to her and threw myself on my knees at her
feet, and seized her hand and kissed it, crying, "Mother, mother!"
A strange blur came over everything; the sense of reality was lost.
All became as a dream--a beautiful dream, but only a dream; and I
woke.