He had closed and locked the door behind him and then he dressed,
hurriedly, with feverish rapidity. When he was quite dressed he came
out of the room carrying his bag. The hallway was silent and the lamp
had been put back into its bracket on the wall. What had happened? No
doubt the daughter of the house was with the woman, trying to comfort
her. His friend had perhaps gone into his own room and was at the
moment dressing and no doubt thinking thoughts too. There was bound to
be no end of disturbed agitated thinking in the house. Everything might
have been all right had he not gone into the room that second time, but
how could he ever explain that the second going was as unpremeditated
as the first. He went quickly downstairs.
Below he met his friend’s mother, a woman of fifty. She stood in a
doorway that led into a dining room. A servant was putting dinner
on the table. The laws of the household were being observed. It was
time to dine and in a few minutes the people of the house would dine.
“Holy Moses,” he thought, “I wonder if she could come down here now
and sit at table with myself and the others, eating food? Can the
habits of existence so quickly reassert themselves after so profound a
disturbance?”
He put his bag down on the floor by his feet and looked at the
older woman. “I don’t know,” he began, and stood looking at her and
stammering. She was confused, as every one in that house must have been
confused at that moment, but there was something in her, very kindly,
that gave sympathy when it could not understand. She started to speak.
“It was all an accident and there is nobody hurt,” she started to say,
but he did not wait to listen. Picking up the bag he rushed out of the
house.
What was to be done then? He had hurried across town to his own home
and it was dark and silent. His father and mother had gone away. His
grandmother, that is to say, his mother’s mother, was very ill in
another town and his father and mother had gone there. They might not
return for several days. There were two servants employed in the house,
but as the house was to be unoccupied they had been permitted to go
away. Even the fires were out. He could not stay there, but would have
to go to a hotel.
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