My expectation had, from the first, been disappointed on the small degree of surprize which this narrative excited in him.

He never explicitly declared his opinion as to the nature of those voices, or decided whether they were real or visionary.

He recommended no measures of caution or prevention.
But what measures were now to be taken?
Was the danger which threatened me at an end?
Had I nothing more to fear?
I was lonely, and without means of defence.

I could not calculate the motives and regulate the footsteps of this person.

What certainty was there, that he would not re-assume his purposes, and swiftly return to the execution of them?
This idea covered me once more with dismay.