“Perfectly monsieur.  I have discovered the secret.  The circumstance surprised me and even embarrassed me very much; but, I, you see, do not believe on principle.  Just as others begin by believing, I begin by doubting; and when I don’t at all understand, I continue to deny that there can be any telegraphic communication between souls, certain that my own sagacity will be enough to explain it.  Well, I have gone on inquiring into the matter, and I have ended, by dint of questioning all the wives of the absent seamen, in convincing myself that not a week passed without one of themselves or their children dreaming and declaring when they woke up that the father was drowned.  The horrible and continual fear of this accident makes them always talk about it.  Now, if one of these frequent predictions coincides, by a very simple chance, with the death of the person referred to, people at once declare it to be a miracle; for they suddenly lose sight of all the other predictions of misfortune that have remained unconfirmed.  I have myself known fifty cases where the persons who made the prediction forgot all about it in a week afterwards.  But, if in fact the man was dead, then the recollection of the thing is immediately revived, and people will be ready to believe in the intervention of God, according to some, and magnetism, according to others.”

One of the smokers remarked: 

“What you say is right enough; but what about your second story?”

“Oh! my second story is a very delicate matter to relate.  It is to myself it happened, and so I don’t place any great value on my own view of the matter.  One is never a good judge in a case where he is one of the parties concerned.  At any rate, here it is: 

“Among my acquaintances in society there was a young woman on whom I had never bestowed a thought, whom I had never even looked at attentively, never taken any notice of, as the saying is.

“I classed her among the women of no importance, though she was not quite bad-looking; in fact, she appeared to me to possess eyes, a nose, a mouth, some sort of hair—­just a colorless type of countenance.  She was one of those beings on whom one only thinks by accident, without taking any particular interest in the individual, and who never excites desire.

“Well, one night, as I was writing some letters by my own fireside before going to bed, I was conscious, in the midst of that train of sensual images that sometimes float before one’s brain in moments of idle reverie, while I held the pen in my hand, of a kind of light breath passing into my soul, a little shudder of the heart, and immediately, without reason, without any logical connection of thought, I saw distinctly, saw as If I touched her, saw from head to foot, uncovered, this young woman for whom I had never cared save in the most superficial manner when her name happened to recur to my mind.  And all of a sudden I discovered in her a heap of qualities which I had never before observed, a sweet charm, a fascination that made me languish; she awakened in me that sort of amorous uneasiness which sends me in pursuit of a woman.  But I did not remain thinking of her long.  I went to bed and was soon asleep.  And I dreamed.