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It was growing very late, and the clock in the adjoining room struck one ere Alice bade Hugh good-night, saying to him: "No one must know of this. We'll be just the same to each other as we have been." "Yes, just the same, if that can be," Hugh answered, and so they parted. The night express from Rochester to Albany was crowded.
"Sleight-of-hand work?" I suggested, in a whisper. "Sort of attempt," replied the wizard, in the same key. "You gev me a start. All the lights was out two hours ago, an' I med sure everybody was safe." "So they are. I've only been down for a swim. Good-night, Possum." "I say, Collins don't split!" "Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this great thing?"
There, there is the hot-water bottle, warm your poor little feet . . . there . . . like that." "Thanks, I am very comfortable. Good-night, dear, let us go to sleep." "Good-night, my dear." After a long silence Monsieur turns first on one side and then on the other, and ends by tapping lightly on his wife's shoulder. Madame, startled, "What is the matter? Good heavens! how you startled me!"
Please give my good-night to Mrs. Avalons. My cab is waiting, and I can set Lorimer down at his club." And, with a bow, he had left the room, with Lorimer sullenly following at his heels. In Lorimer's room, Thayer broke the silence which had lasted during their drive along the brilliantly-lighted Avenue.
Good-night, and God bless you," she whispered; and when she stood inside the wide doorway, in the dark, she listened to his footsteps as he went away down the street. They were slower than usual, but she did not call him back. In Oldfields Dr.
"I've been trying over some things with Lester at his rooms, and came in for a bite. I thought you were going to the theatre, Belle?" "We are!" Cairy exclaimed, looking at his watch. "We'll about get the last act!" Vickers fingered his roll and did not look at Isabelle. Suddenly she cried: "Take me home, Vick! ... Good-night, Tom!" She hurried nervously from the place.
Sorrel. "In his own room, I believe," replied Lucy, frigidly. "Isn't he coming to see you into the carriage and say good-night?" "Why should he?" demanded the girl, peremptorily. Mrs. Sorrel became visibly agitated. She glanced at the impassive flunkeys nervously. "O my dear!" she whimpered softly, "what's the matter? Has anything happened?"
I want to give him something. And somehow I'd like you to come with me. Besides, it doesn't do to go looking for anyone in the Park alone at night." "That's true," the Captain said. "All right, Errington; I'll come." And, after bidding Mrs. Errington good-night, he lingered in Park Lane till he was joined by Horace.
"Let's put the book away, Paul, and never look at it again!" "Will you be good to me if I do?" he demanded. She considered a moment. "How?" she asked, finally. "Come out for just a few moments under the stars, and say good-night." "The idea! I can say good-night here and now!" She hesitated. "Please, Opal! I seldom see you alone really alone and this is our last night, you know.
And then, there's the poor young wife, he must think of her when the desire comes to end his own life..." "Yes! Yes! This terrible thing has shaken us both up more than a little. I feel exhausted. You look tired yourself, Muller. Go home now, and get some rest for your early start. Good-night." "Good-night, sir."
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