It had been a day of excitement and disaster.

The young artist's heart was heavy within him, and the shadow of some crowning trouble seemed to have fallen upon his soul.
"What is the matter with your master, then ?" he asked, as he slowed down into a walk.
"We don't know, sir; but we can't get an answer when we knock at the laboratory door.

Yet he's there, for it's locked on the inside.

It has given us all a scare, sir, that, and his goin's-on during the day." "His goings-on ?" "Yes, sir; for he came back this morning like a man demented, a-talkin' to himself, and with his eyes starin' so that it was dreadful to look at the poor dear gentleman.

Then he walked about the passages a long time, and he wouldn't so much as look at his luncheon, but he went into the museum, and gathered all his jewels and things, and carried them into the laboratory.