He looked at me, stolidly.

I said: "Higbie, what--what is it ?" "We're ruined--we didn't do the work--THE BLIND LEAD'S RELOCATED!" It was enough.

I sat down sick, grieved--broken-hearted, indeed.

A minute before, I was rich and brimful of vanity; I was a pauper now, and very meek.

We sat still an hour, busy with thought, busy with vain and useless self-upbraidings, busy with "Why didn't I do this, and why didn't I do that," but neither spoke a word.