And yet had it not been better if that pure spirit had returned to Him who gave it, instead of waking again to fresh misery?
I must find that man! Why, I have been saying so to myself for seven days past, and yet no ray of light.

Can the coward have given me a wrong address?
Yet why give me an address at all if he meant to hide from me?
Why, I have been saying that too, to myself every day for the last week?
Over and over again the same dreary round of possibilities and suspicions.

However, I must be quiet now, if I am a man.

I can hear nothing before the detective comes at two.

How to pass the weary, weary time?
For I am past thinking--almost past praying -- though not quite, thank God!" He paces up still noisy Piccadilly, and then up silent Bond Street; pauses to look at some strange fish on Groves's counter--anything to while away the time; then he plods on toward the top of the street, and turns into Mr.Pillischer's shop, and upstairs to the microscopic club-room.