I never saw him after that night.

He is still living--may his old age have been as peaceful as his youth was kind and gay! The play ended.

There was some buffoonery still to come, but we would not stay for that.

We staggered, half-blind and dazzled, both in eyes and brain, out into the dark streets, John almost carrying me.

Then we paused, and leaning against a post which was surmounted by one of the half-dozen oil lamps which illumined the town, tried to regain our mental equilibrium.
John was the first to do it.