By deferring the
examination thus, I had something to look forward to on the next
morning. The day was a melancholy one, but it certainly was more
tolerable to me than any of the others had been since the death of
my beloved. As I lay awake that night I occasionally thought of
the marks, and in my sleep methought I saw them upon the teapot
vividly before me. On the morrow, I examined the marks again; how
singular they looked! Surely they must mean something, and if so,
what could they mean? and at last I thought within myself whether
it would be possible for me to make out what they meant: that day
I felt more relief than on the preceding one, and towards night I
walked a little about.
"In about a week's time I received a visit from my friend the
surgeon; after a little discourse, he told me that he perceived I
was better than when he had last seen me, and asked me what I had
been about; I told him that I had been principally occupied in
considering certain marks which I had found on a teapot, and
wondering what they could mean; he smiled at first, but instantly
assuming a serious look, he asked to see the teapot. I produced
it, and after having surveyed the marks with attention, he observed
that they were highly curious, and also wondered what they meant.
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