"Mere coincidences. My advice is to begin to fight them at once. In regard to my cousin—"
"She has already brought me trouble. I knew it would be so when she crossed my path the other day. Look at my accident."
"That might have happened to any one. Why did you run away from me?"
"It was an impulse I could not restrain."
"I hope the oracle has not been traducing me?"
"I have had no premonitions lately: when I was suffering I could think of nothing. But you have been so kind it seems impossible you should bring me harm."
"I would not for the world," he broke in earnestly.
"I am drifting blindly, and my mind misgives me that all is not right. I may be walking toward danger unaware. I believe I am," she continued dreamily, "but so long as I do not fall in love, nothing dreadful will happen."
"You had better fall in love than become a monomaniac," exclaimed the young man with more warmth than the occasion seemed to warrant. "If your premonitions have ceased, it is evidence of an improved state of health, and as your physician I forbid you to indulge in them."