quite groundless. I had laughed at mine, with Imre. I could think of no earthly reason for expecting ill to befall me. To myself, I acounted for the mood as a simple reaction of temperament. For, I had been extremely happy lately; and now there was the ebb, not of the happiness, but of the hyper-sensitiveness to it all. The balance would presently be found, and I would be neither too glad nor too gloomy.
"But why.. why... have you found your self so wonderfully happy lately?" had asked Imre, curiously. "You haven't inherited a million? Nor fallen in love?"
No—I had not inherited a million.......
It was on my way to the tram, to meet Imre, that same afternoon, that I found, from my letters from England why justly I should exclaim:
"My soul hath felt a secret weight,
A warning of approaching fate...."
I was wanted in London within four days! I must start within less than twenty-four hours! A near relative was in uncertainty and anxiety
