But it was kind of you to come.

Good-night." He stood with a candle to light her down the stairs, but after she had gone he did not return to the office.

Instead, he went slowly up to his own room, glancing first into Crailey's--the doors of neither were often locked--to behold a chaos of disorder and unfinished packing.

In his own chamber it only remained for him to close the lids of a few big boxes, and to pack a small trunk which he meant to take with him to the camp of the State troops, and he would be ready for departure.

He set about this task, and, concluding that there was no necessity to wear his uniform on the steamboat, decided to place it in the trunk, and went to the bed where he had folded and left it.