“Is there anything wrong hereabouts?” said I, touching my forehead with my finger.
“Nothing whatever.”
“No fancies, no delusions about certain people?”
“None whatever.”
“None of the family suspected of anything odd or eccentric?”
“Not that I have ever heard of. Why do you ask?”
“Well, it was a mere fancy, perhaps, on my part; but her manner to-day struck me as occasionally strange,—almost flighty.”
“And on what subject?”
“I am scarcely at liberty to say that; in fact, I am not at all free to divulge it,” said I, mysteriously, and somewhat gratified to remark that I had excited a most intense curiosity on her part to learn the subject of our interview.
“Oh, pray do not make any imprudent revelations to me,” said she, pettishly; “which, apart from the indiscretion, would have the singular demerit of affording me not the slightest pleasure. I am not afflicted with the malady of curiosity.”