"Yes," assented Brower; "the grand chain of other people's castles. It's demoralizing."
"Is he a disappointed man?"
"Yes; I'm certain of it. Disappointed, and worried half to death. I'm sorry for him. I'm afraid for him."
He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to unlace his shoes. His room-mate wore shoes of the same size and laced them in the same way.
"I wonder," said he, "if he really loved her?"
"'Sh!" said Brower.
"Wasn't there another one that he did love?"
"Not a word more!" cried Birower.
He undressed and got into bed. He took a book with him. It was "A Mistaken Marriage"—he read everything.
"What do you want to read for?" asked the other. "It's late."