He was standing by the window, and presently he observed a groom ride up on a bicycle, dismount, and push it through an outhouse door.

Then the man strolled off, and he said to himself, with an uprising of his spirits-- "There's my steed--if I could once get to it!" Then again he thought the situation over, and gradually the prospect of a midnight ride on a bicycle over a road he had only once traversed, clad in his emblazoned socks and blue-lapelled coat, appeared rather less entertaining than another night's confinement.

So he lit his last cigar, threw himself on the bed, and resigned himself to the consolations of an innocent heart and a practical philosophy..