The big rooms, bigger than they had ever seemed, were like a desert.

It was intolerable: He would go to bed.
He slowly climbed the stairs.

The great clock on the landing stared at him as he passed and in deep tones tolled the hour--of ten.

It was impossible! Livingstone knew it must have been hours since he left his office.

To him it seemed months, years;--but his own watch marked the same hour.
As he entered his bedroom, two pictures hanging on the wall caught his eye.