The memory of his misfortune came upon him vividly, as if no years had intervened, and it were but yesterday that he found the letter telling him that he had no wife and his son no mother.

He wandered on foot through the streets the first night of his arrival, looking strangely at the shops and shows and bustle of the world from which he had divorced himself; feeling as destitute as the poorest vagrant.

He had almost forgotten how to find his way about, and came across his old mansion in his efforts to regain his hotel.

The windows were alight--signs of merry life within.

He stared at it from the shadow of the opposite side.