"Go on, little child," said Henry.
"You remember the day," said Angel, in a hushed little impressive voice, "I first saw you in father's office?"
Henry was able to remember it.
"Well, that was not the first time I had seen you."
"Really, Angel! Why didn't you tell me before? Where was it, then? In the street, or where?"
"No, it was much stranger than that," said Angel. "Do you believe the future can be foretold to us?"
"Oh, it was in a dream, you funny Angel; was that it?" said Henry, whose rationalism at this period was the chief danger to his imagination.
"No, not a dream. Something stranger than that."
"Oh, well, I give it up."
"It was like this," Angel continued; "there's a strange old gipsy woman who lives near us--"