middle. "And there's your trunks and tin chest, and
the hat-box is beside the wash-stand, and the waterproof
coat's in the closet. We have breakfast at seven
o'clock, and ye'll eat down-stairs wid me and John.
And now good night to ye."

Felix thanked her for her attention in his simple,
straightforward way, and, closing the door upon her,
dropped into a chair.

The night's experience had been like a sudden awakening.
His anxiety over his dwindling finances and his
disappointment over Carlin's news had been put to
flight by the suffering of the man who had tried to
rob him. There were depths, then, to which human
suffering might drive a man, depths he himself had
never imagined or reached--horrible, deadly depths,
without light or hope, benumbing the best in a man,
destroying his purposes by slow, insidious stages.

He arose from his chair and began walking up and
down the small room, stopping now and then to inspect
a bureau drawer or to readjust one of the curtains
shading the panes of glass. In the same absent-minded
way he drew out one of the trunks, unlocked it, paused
now and then with some garment in his hand only
to awake again to consciousness and resume his task,
pushing the trunk back at last under the bed and continuing
his walk about the narrow room, always
haunted by the tramp's haggard, hopeless look.