"You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all: you are a mere dream."
He held out his hand, laughing. "Is that a dream?" said he, placing
it close to my eyes. He had a rounded, muscular, and vigorous
hand, as well as a long, strong arm.
"Yes; though I touch it, it is a dream," said I, as I put it down
from before my face. "Sir, have you finished supper?"