Good.

B (female) wants to catch him,--and outlive him.
All right.

Minor details at our leisure.
What is it, of all your experiences, of all your thoughts, of all your misdoings, that lies at the very bottom of the great heap of acts of consciousness which make up your past life?
What should you most dislike to tell your nearest friend ?--Be so good as to pause for a brief space, and shut the volume you hold with your finger between the pages .-- Oh, that is it! What a confessional I have been sitting at, with the inward ear of my soul open, as the multitudinous whisper of my involuntary confidants came back to me like the reduplicated echo of a cry among the craggy bills! At the house of a friend where I once passed the night was one of those stately upright cabinet desks and cases of drawers which were not rare in prosperous families during the last century.

It had held the clothes and the books and the papers of generation after generation.

The hands that opened its drawers had grown withered, shrivelled, and at last been folded in death.