Then he closed his eyes and tried an antidote.

He abandoned this study of his fellow-creatures and plunged once more into the museums, sated himself with the eternal beauties, and came out to resume his place amid the tumultuous throng with rested nerves and a beatific smile upon his lips.

It mattered so little, his welfare of to-day or to-morrow--whether he went hungry or satisfied to bed! The other things were in his heart.

He saw the truth.
One day he met his late employer.

Mr.Waddington was not, in his way, an ill-natured man, and he stopped short upon the pavement.