"No; nor that either," he replied. "I cannot myself give you my reason for the fancy—it is a presentiment. You know, 'the course of true love never did run smooth.'"
"Oh!" said I, soothingly, "that is your fancy; you are nervous and impatient—it is natural."
"No, no!" he said; "I am sure of it—I feel it."
"What! Have you been dreaming that it would not?"
"No; I never dream now," he replied.
"I am glad to hear it," I observed; "it is a good sign. When does the wedding take place?"
"To-morrow was the day appointed, but it won't take place, I say. Mark my word."
"So soon! But what can have put it into your head that it will not take place to-morrow? Do you know of any impediment likely to occur between this and then?"
"No," he replied; "none for certain, but I tell you, once for all, it will not take place."
I did not know exactly what to make of this strange monomania. My suspicions were again aroused as to the brain being affected. I did not see what could happen to hinder the marriage, so I left him, after cheering him as much as I possibly could, determining within myself to call upon him as soon after his marriage as was convenient, to triumph over him and laugh at his presentiments; but this was the last time I ever saw Charles.