They aid my intuitions to discover what you do not speak.

You wonder--ah! you are afraid!--afraid of me." I started in my chair, for while he was looking into my eyes a strange gleam came into his own.

He turned about suddenly and looked into the bright fire that burned on the grate before us.
"Never fear," he continued, nervously twirling a lock of his white hair.
"Never fear, sir--I am not mad.

Not yet.

I have been afraid of it, but my reason will outlast my life.