He went to Mr. Lundberg’s table and said “good evening.” But no sooner had he done so than his friend’s face changed in so extraordinary a manner that Jubal wondered whether he had made a mistake.
“Aren’t you Lundberg?” he asked.
“Yes!”
“Don’t you know me? I’m Jubal!”
“No!”
“Don’t you know your old friend Peal?”
“Peal died a long time ago.”
Then Jubal understood that he was, from a certain point of view, dead, and he went away.
On the following day he left the stage for ever and opened a school for singing, with the title of a professor.
Then he went to foreign countries, and remained abroad for many years.