This is what Julian felt in his hallucination, that Valentine was pursuing Marr, uselessly, but with a deadly intention, a deadly hatred.
"Valentine!" Julian cried at last.
Valentine looked up.
And in an instant the spell was removed. Julian saw his friend and protector rightly again, calm, pure, delicately reserved. The death-chamber no longer contained a phantom. His eyes were no longer the purveyors of a terrible deception to his mind.
"Oh, Valentine, come here," Julian said.
Valentine came round by the end of the bed and stood beside him.
Julian examined him narrowly.
"Never stand opposite to me again, Valentine."
"Opposite to you! Why not?"
"Nothing, nothing. Or—everything. What is the matter with this room? and me? and you? And why is Marr so changed?"