It was only after I came back from Eastbourne.

I seemed to think of everything in a different way after that.

I dreamt of him every night, and I did so want to see him.

I don't know why.

Then I saw him at last--on Monday--at the library.' 'You hadn't met him--alone--before then ?' 'No, never since that first time.' 'But why did you go there on Monday ?' 'Oh, I can't--can't think! Something seemed to tell me to go there.