His action recalled me to the infinitely deeper misery of my present situation, and conscious of the conclusions which might be drawn from such impulsive utterances, I pulled myself together and proceeded to finish my story with greater directness.
"I did not leave the station till the ten-thirty train had gone.

I had hopes, still, of seeing her, or possibly I dreaded the long ride back to my apartments.

It was from sheer preoccupation of mind that I drove this way instead of straight out by Marshall Avenue.

I had no intention of stopping here; the club-house was formally closed yesterday, as you may know, and I did not even have the keys with me.

But, as I reached the bend in the road where you get your first sight of the buildings, I saw a thin streak of smoke rising from one of its chimneys, and anxious as to its meaning, I drove in--" "Wait, Mr.Ranelagh, I am sorry to interrupt you, but by which gate did you enter ?" "By the lower one." "Was it snowing at this time ?" "Not yet.