I am going to Monkton's rooms, by his own invitation." "You don't mean it! Upon my honor, you're a bold fellow to trust yourself alone with 'Mad Monkton' when the moon is at the full." "He is ill, poor fellow.

Besides, I don't think him half as mad as you do." "We won't dispute about that; but mark my words, he has not asked you to go where no visitor has ever been admitted before without a special purpose.

I predict that you will see or hear something to-night which you will remember for the rest of your life." We parted.

When I knocked at the courtyard gate of the house where Monkton lived, my friend's last words on the palace staircase recurred to me, and, though I had laughed at him when he spoke them, I began to suspect even then that his prediction would be fulfilled..