'Yesterday--what happened yesterday?' Checkley was silent. 'Who was here yesterday?--Go on, Checkley. Don't be afraid.' 'Sir Samuel was here--and Lady Dering--and Mrs. Arundel--and Miss Elsie--and your Partner--and Mr. Athelstan. Two or three more came in and went away.' 'That will do. You need tell me no more. I don't want to know the particulars.--Checkley, my day's work is done. I have thought so for some time past. Now I am certain, I shall retire.' 'No--no,' cried Checkley, the tears running down his face. 'Not to retire--after all these years--not to retire.' 'I know now the meaning of my fits of forgetfulness. I have feared and suspected it for a long time. While I am lost to myself, I am going about the world, doing I know not what. And I will not ask. I may be this Edmund Gray who preaches Socialism and gives me his precious tracts. I may be some one else. I say, Checkley, that I know now what has happened to me. Deny it if you can--if you can, I say.' Checkley did not offer any denial. He hung his head. 'This is the meaning of Elsie's strange hints and queer protestations. Half my time I am a madman--a madman.--Checkley, ask Mr. Austin to come to me at once. My day is done.' He closed his open blotting-pad and placed the unopened letters beside it. Then he rose and pushed back his chair--the chair in which he had sat for fifty years and more. 'My day is done--my day is done.' CHAPTER XXXV THE LAST Mr. Dering left his office, went back to Gray's Inn, and sat down again before the Ivory Gate. Those who have once sat for an hour or two in this place return to it again and again and never leave it. It is, to begin with, the most beautiful gate ever erected. The brain and wit and fancy of man could never conceive such a gate, could never execute such a conception. It is all of pure ivory, carved with flowers such as never grew; curving and flowing lines leading nowhere; figures of maidens lovely beyond all dreams; philosophers whose wisdom reaches unto the Heavens; statesmen who discern the gathering forces and control the destinies of a nation; inventors who conquer nature; physicians who prolong life; ecclesiastics who convert the Carthusian cell into a bower of delight; poets who here find their fantasies divine; men and women in a work-a-day dress who wear the faces of the heavenly host.