started. “A friend, Maximilian; and who is this friend? I tremble to give my permission.”
“Listen, Valentine. Have you never experienced for anyone that sudden and irresistible sympathy which made you feel as if the object of it had been your old and familiar friend, though, in reality, it was the first time you had ever met?
Nay, further, have you never endeavored to recall the time, place, and circumstances of your former intercourse, and failing in this attempt, have almost believed that your spirits must have held converse with each other in some state of being anterior to the present, and that you are only now occupied in a reminiscence of the past?”
“Yes.”
“Well, that is precisely the feeling which I experienced when I first saw that extraordinary man.”
“Extraordinary, did you say?”