"I was to have gone to the theatre; but just at the last moment I decided not to.

A singular desire to stay at home came over me suddenly.

I had an instinctive feeling that I should lose some greater enjoyment if I went; so I remained at home; and here, love, are you.

But what is the matter?
you look sad and weary." "I am a little fatigued," said he, seating himself and holding her hand in his: "a little weary; but that will soon wear off; and as for the sadness," concluded he, with a forced smile, "that _must_ depart now that I am with you, Little Birdie." "I feel relieved that you have returned safe and well," said she, looking up into his face from her seat beside him; "for, Clary, love, I had such a frightful dream, such a singular dream about you.

I have endeavoured to shake it out of my foolish little head; but it won't go, Clary,--I can't get rid of it.