I had no hope of seeing her again, even in the Chamber. I knew I could never find Melbourne's home: I had paid no attention to the way the taxi-driver took. And I wasn't very much interested now. It was only a dream. I had lost the only girl I had ever loved, in a dream. I pushed open the door of the Norfolk Lunch. It was late--I had only a little while for breakfast. I sat down at one of the tables, and spoke to the waiter in much the usual manner. "Hello, Joe. I'm in a hurry--bring me bacon and eggs, as usual." "Coffee, Mr. Barrett?" "Yes, coffee too. And hurry it up." It wouldn't do to be late at the office, where I, too, was a maker of sometimes cruel dreams. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's The Chamber of Life, by Green Peyton Wertenbaker