The conviction pained him.

At last Julian got up to go.

He stood putting on his overcoat.
"Good-night," he said.
"Good-night, Julian." "Now--is this to be our last sitting ?" Valentine hesitated.
"What do you wish ?" he asked at length.
"What do you ?" "Well, I--yes, I think I would rather it was the last." Julian caught his hand impulsively.
"So would I.Good-night." "Good-night." Julian went out into the hall, got as far as the front door, opened it, then suddenly called out: "Valentine!" "Yes." "Come here for a moment." Valentine went, and found him standing with his hand on the door, looking flushed and rather excited.
"There is one thing I haven't told you," he began.
"I knew that." "I guessed you did.

The most horrible sensation I have had.

During our sitting to-night--don't be vexed--an extraordinary apprehension of--well, of you, came over me.