nite out of him, but without success. Is it
conceivable that he could be jealous at my having superseded him? Or
is he one of those men of science who feel personally injured when
facts run counter to their preconceived opinions? He cannot seriously
suppose that because he has some vague grievance I am, therefore, to
abandon a series of experiments which promise to be so fruitful of
results. He appeared to be annoyed at the light way in which I treated
his shadowy warnings, and we parted with some little coldness on both
sides.

March 31. Mesmerized by Miss P.

April 1. Mesmerized by Miss P. (Note-book A.)

April 2. Mesmerized by Miss P. (Sphygmographic chart taken by
Professor Wilson.)

April 3. It is possible that this course of mesmerism may be a little
trying to the general constitution. Agatha says that I am thinner and
darker under the eyes. I am conscious of a nervous irritability which
I had not observed in myself before. The least noise, for example,
makes me start, and the stupidity of a student causes me exasperation
instead of amusement. Agatha wishes me to stop, but I tell her that
every course of study is trying, and that one can never attain a result
with out paying some price for it. When she sees the sensation which
my forthcoming paper on "The Relation between Mind and Matter" may
make, she will understand that it is worth a little nervous wear and
tear. I should not be surprised if I got my F. R. S. over it.

Mesmerized again in the evening. The effect is produced more rapidly
now, and the subjective visions are less marked. I keep full notes of
each sitting. Wilson is leaving for town for a week or ten days, but
we shall not interrupt the experiments, which depend for their value as
much upon my sensations as on his observations.

April 4. I must be carefully on my guard. A complication has crept
into our experiments which I had not reckoned upon. In my eagerness
for scientific facts I have been foolishly blind to the human relations
between Miss Penclosa and myself. I can write here what I would not
breathe to a living soul. The unhappy woman appears to have formed an
attachment for me.

I should not say such a thing, even in the privacy of my own intimate
journal, if it had not come to such a pass that it is impossible to
ignore it. For some time,--that is, for the last week,--there have
been signs which I have brushed aside and refused to think of. Her
brightnes