I shall come back in good time." He grasped my hands warmly--then unloosed them; and I heard his step descending the staircase.

The room seemed to darken when he went away.
The evening passed very slowly.

My father, exhausted with pain, lay on the bed and dozed.

I sat watching the sky over the housetops, which met in the old angles, with the same blue peeps between.

I half forgot all the day's events--it seemed but two weeks, instead of two years ago, that John and I had sat in this attic-window, conning our Shakspeare for the first time.
Ere twilight I examined John's room.