The others were painful enough, but that one cut to the quick when it calm.
Night after night he lay tossing to the music of the hideous snoring of the honest bread-winners until two and three o'clock in the morning, then got up and took refuge on the roof, where he sometimes got a nap and sometimes failed entirely.

His appetite was leaving him and the zest of life was going along with it.

Finally, owe day, being near the imminent verge of total discouragement, he said to himself--and took occasion to blush privately when he said it, "If my father knew what my American name is,--he--well, my duty to my father rather requires that I furnish him my name.

I have no right to make his days and nights unhappy, I can do enough unhappiness for the family all by myself.

Really he ought to know what my American name is." He thought over it a while and framed a cablegram in his mind to this effect: "My American name is Howard Tracy." That wouldn't be suggesting anything.