We were not obliged to seek our excitement outside; we had plenty of it, such as it was, within our walls.
My confidence in Ehrenberg, however, as a salubrious dwelling-place, was being gradually and literally undermined.

I began to be distrustful of the very ground beneath my feet.

Ellen felt the same way, evidently, although we did not talk much about it.

She probably longed also for some of her own kind; and when, one morning, we went into the dining-room for breakfast, Ellen stood, hat on, bag in hand, at the door.

Dreading to meet my chagrin, she said: "Good-bye, Captain; good-bye, missis, you've been very kind to me.