"I guessed you did. The most horrible sensation I have had. During our sitting to-night—don't be vexed—an extraordinary apprehension of—well, of you, came over me. There! Now I have told you."
Valentine was greatly astonished.
"Of me?" he said.
"Yes. There was a moment when the idea that I was alone with you made my blood run cold."
"Good heavens!"
"Do you wish I hadn't told you?"
"No, of course not. But it is so extraordinary, so unnatural."
"It is utterly gone now, thank God. I say, we have resolved that we won't sit again, haven't we?"
"Yes; and what you have just told me makes me hate the whole thing. The game seems a game no longer."
When the door had closed upon Julian, Valentine sat down and wrote a note.