" "A dream?" repeated Vronsky, and instantly he recalled the peasant of his dream.
"Yes, a dream," she said.
" It's a long while since I dreamed it.
I dreamed that I ran into my bedroom, that I had to get something there, to find out something; you know how it is in dreams," she said, her eyes wide with horror; "and in the bedroom, in the corner, stood something.
" "Oh, what nonsense! How can you believe..." But she would not let him interrupt her.