"I must go, darling.

How pale you are looking, Clara! Are you ill ?" She never answered.

She questioned him with wild eyes and trembling lips.
"Has anything happened to you, Frank?
anything out of the common ?" Frank laughed at the strange question.
"Anything out of the common ?" he repeated.

"Nothing that I know of, except sailing for the Arctic seas.

That's out of the common, I suppose--isn't it ?" "Has anybody spoken to you since last night?
Has any stranger followed you in the street ?" Frank turned in blank amazement to Mrs.Crayford.
"What on earth does she mean ?" Mrs.Crayford's lively invention supplied her with an answer on the spur of the moment.
"Do you believe in dreams, Frank?
Of course you don't! Clara has been dreaming about you; and Clara is foolish enough to believe in dreams.
That's all--it's not worth talking about.