His loyalty to his father was absolute; no thought, or half-thought, looked towards accusation.
He arrived at his hotel in London late at night, drank a glass of spirits and went to bed.

The sleep he hoped for came immediately, but lasted only a couple of hours.

Suddenly he was wide awake, and a horror of great darkness enveloped him.

What he now suffered he had known before, but with less intensity.

He stared forward into the coming years, and saw nothing that his soul desired.