The album was Jack's, he said, and probably had not been opened for years.

The photograph, too, was an old one; he was sure it had been in the house long before his son's marriage, so that (and here the hard-hearted old gentleman chuckled) it could no longer be like the original.

As he seemed inclined to become witty at my expense, I closed the album, and soon afterward I went away.
I say, wake up! [Illustration] "From that evening the face haunted me.

I do not mean that it possessed me to the exclusion of everything else, but at odd moments it would rise before me, and then I fell into a revery.

You must have noticed my thoughtfulness of late.