on? He got to bed with these parti-coloured thoughts; passed
from one dream to another all night long, the white face of Teresa still
haunting him, wrung with unspoken thoughts; and, in the grey of the
dawn, leaped suddenly out of bed, in a kind of horror. It was already
time for him to rise. He dressed, made his breakfast on cold food that
had been laid for him the night before; and went down to the room of his
idol for the box. The door was open; a strange disorder reigned within;
the furniture all pushed aside, and the centre of the room left bare of
impediment, as though for the pacing of a creature with a tortured mind.
There lay the box, however, and upon the lid a paper with these words:
"Harry, I hope to be back before you go. Teresa."

He sat down to wait, laying his watch before him on the table. She had
called him Harry: that should be enough, he thought, to fill the day
with sunshine; and yet somehow the sight of that disordered room still
poisoned his enjoyment. The door of the bedchamber stood gaping open;
and though he turned aside his eyes as from a sacrilege, he could not
but observe the bed had not been slept in. He was still pondering what
this should mean, still trying to convince himself that all was well,
when the moving needle of his watch summoned him to set forth without
delay. He was before all things a man of his word; ran round to
Southampton Row to fetch a cab; and, taking the box on the front seat,
drove off towards the terminus.

The streets were scarcely awake; there was little to amuse the eye; and
the young man's attention centred on the dumb companion of his drive. A
card was nailed upon one side, bearing the superscription: "Miss Doolan,
passenger to Dublin. Glass. With care." He thought with a sentimental
shock that the fair idol of his heart was perhaps driven to adopt the
name of Doolan; and, as he still studied the card, he was aware of a
deadly black depression settling steadily upon his spirits. It was in
vain for him to contend against the tide; in vain that he shook himself
or tried to whistle: the sense of some impending blow was not to be
averted. He looked out; in the long, empty streets, the cab pursued its
way without a trace of any follower. He gave ear; and over and above the
jolting of the wheels upon the road, he was conscious of a certain
regular and quiet sound that seemed to issue from the box. He put his
ear to the cover; at one moment, he seemed to perceive a del