Mr.Keller retired, when the meal was over, to examine my report minutely in all its details.
When we were alone, Mr.Engelman lit his pipe.

He spoke to me once more with the friendly familiarity of past days--before he met the too-fascinating widow on the bridge.
"My dear boy, tell me frankly, do you notice any change in Keller ?" "I see a change in both of you," I answered: "you are not such pleasant companions as you used to be." Mr.Engelman blew out a mouthful of smoke, and followed it by a heavy sigh.
"Keller has become so bitter," he said.

"His hasty temper I never complained of, as you know.

But in these later days he is hard--hard as stone.

Do you know what he did with dear Madame Fontaine's letter?
A downright insult, David--he sent it back to her!" "Without explanation or apology ?" I asked.
"With a line on the envelope.