“I lecture to-morrow night,” I continued, “before the students of the State University, and I have come here for rest.”
He took this down.
“All this, you see, is very uninteresting; so, good-night.”
And I disappeared.
The interviewer rose and came to my side.
“Really, now that I am here, you may as well let me have a chat with you.”
“You wretch!” I exclaimed. “Don’t you see that I am dying for sleep? Is there nothing sacred for you? Have you lost all sense of charity? Have you no mother? Don’t you believe in future punishment? Are you a man or a demon?”
“Tell me some anecdotes, some of your reminiscences of the road,” said the man, with a sardonic grin.
I made no reply. The imperturbable reporter resumed his seat and smoked.
“Are you gone?” I sighed, from under the blankets.