Good night.

I hope your ladyship will be rested in the morning.

Good night, Martha.

You know you can write when you want me.

Good night again, your ladyship." He opened the door softly, closed it behind him without a sound, placed his hat on his head, and, reaching out for the hand-rail, felt his way in the dark down the rickety stairs and out onto the sidewalk.
Once there, he looked up and down the street as if undecided, turned sharply, and bent his steps toward Second Avenue, muttering to himself over and over again as he walked: "I got to find Mr.Felix.I got to find Mr.Felix.".