Of course, I went. What do you think he wanted me to do? He actually suggested that I should change the bill to-night! That showed me that something really was the matter, because he’s the most modest and courteous man I have ever known, and he has a horror of disappointing the public. I asked him if he was hoarse. No. I asked him if he felt ill. No. But he was extremely depressed.

“‘I’m quite well,’ he said, ‘and yet — ’ Then he stopped. ‘And yet what?’ It seemed as if I couldn’t drag it out of him. Then all of a sudden he told me. ‘My dear Smart,’ he said, ‘there is a misfortune coming to me. I feel it.’ That’s just what he said — ’There’s a misfortune coming to me. I feel it.’ He’s superstitious.