The room was in its customary state of order, from the razors and brushes on the toilet-table to the regular night-drink of barley-water, ready as usual in the jug by the bedside.
I left the bedchamber at last.

Why was I still not at my ease?
Why was I rude enough, when I thought of the widow, to say to myself, "Damn her!" Why did I find Gluck's magnificent music grow wearisome from want of melody as it went on?
Let the learned in such things realize my position, and honor me by answering those questions for themselves.
We were quite gay at supper; the visit to the theater had roused the spirits of the two partners, by means of a wholesome break in the monotony of their lives.

I had seldom seen Mr.Keller so easy and so cheerful.

Always an abstemious man, he exercised his usual moderation in eating and drinking; and he was the first to go to bed.

But, while he was with us, he was, in the best sense of the word, a delightful companion; and he looked forward to the next opera night with the glee of a schoolboy looking forward to a holiday..