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How I shall dote upon her! Oh, my dear
brother! you must not keep her all to yourself. You must let _me_ have
some share of her!"
I caught her to my bosom: "You shall--you shall!" cried I, "my dear Sophy;
we will all live for each other!"
* * * * *
The conversation with Sophy heightened the illusions of my mind; and the
manner in which she had treated my daydream identified it with facts and
persons and gave it still more the stamp of reality. I walked about as one
in a trance, heedless of the world around and lapped in an elysium of the
fancy.
In this mood I met one morning with Glencoe. He accosted me with his usual
smile, and was proceeding with some general observations, but paused and
fixed on me an inquiring eye.
"What is the matter with you?" said he, "you seem agitated; has anything in
particular happened?"
"Nothing," said I, hesitating; "at least nothing worth communicating to
you."
"Nay, my dear young friend," said he, "whatever is of sufficient importance
to agitate you is worthy of being communicated to me.


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