He grew very grave, and after thinking the matter over for a while asked me to take him to Renfield.

I did so.

As we came to the door we heard the lunatic within singing gaily, as he used to do in the time which now seems so long ago.
When we entered we saw with amazement that he had spread out his sugar as of old.

The flies, lethargic with the autumn, were beginning to buzz into the room.

We tried to make him talk of the subject of our previous conversation, but he would not attend.