I therefore pretended to fall in with his views, and asked him what dates I should put on the letters. He calculated a minute, and then said:—
“The first should be June 12, the second June 19, and the third June 29.” I know now the span of my life. God help me!
I passed to my room and went to bed, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. Despair has its own calms.
Madness were easy to bear compared with truth like this.