Which are the children of an idle brain
Begot of nothing but vain phantasy.”
Romeo and Juliet.
FOR one moment I sat a prey to superstitious horror; then, my natural incredulity asserting itself, I looked up and remarked:
“You say that all this took place the night previous to the actual occurrence?”
He bowed his head. “For a warning,” he declared.
“But you did not seem to take it as such?”
“No; I am subject to horrible dreams. I thought but little of it in a superstitious way till I looked next day upon Mr. Leavenworth’s dead body.”
“I do not wonder you behaved strangely at the inquest.”
“Ah, sir,” he returned, with a slow, sad smile; “no one knows what I suffered in my endeavors not to tell more than I actually knew, irrespective of my dream, of this murder and the manner of its accomplishment.”