'Don't you think you had better be wheeled to your room? You know I dine out to-day.'
'I prefer to sit here. Tell Williams to come to me.'
The shadows fall thicker and faster.
Still Hiram Meeker sits by the window.
Despite my real inclination, I have a morbid desire to linger by his side.
I hear the sharp ring of the prompter's bell! The curtain is about to fall. I cannot stay in the gloom alone with that man!—Good by to you, Hiram!
I breathe again—in the cheerful streets, surrounded by bustling, earnest, sympathizing humanity.