"When you fall in love—"
"I shall not do that," she interrupted: "I have been warned."
"How? Tell me about it."
"I do not see as clearly as some: I only vaguely feel that a certain occurrence will bring a certain catastrophe. If I love, I shall die."
"Nonsense! And is that the reason you avoided gentlemen's society?"
"Yes. I was afraid, really afraid;" and she made the expression stronger by a slight shudder.
"And you are so no longer?" he questioned hopefully.
"After I knew you I saw there was no danger in simply being acquainted with gentlemen."
Dr. Grey winced, and was silent for a time; then resumed energetically: "I am glad you have told me this. What will you think when I say that what you call presentiments are common to every delicately organized person? They are purely physical; an indigestion, a change in the weather or fatigue will cause them; a dose of medicine or a night's repose will cure them. The brain becomes indisposed with the rest of the body, but to allow such morbid fancies to influence you is preposterous."
"They are prophetic: I have often proved it."