The things we do!

I am a fool and a madman, for
the thing I want is not shelter for the night, but a sight of just one
creature there before I leave the place. And I say to myself: "My good
sir, was it not you that set out to live a quiet life among healthy folk,
to win back your peace of mind?"
I pull out my sack from its hiding-place, fling it over my shoulder, and
move towards the house for the third time, keeping well away from the
servants' quarters, and coming round on the south side of the main
building. There is a light in the parlour.
And now, although it is dark, I let down the sack from over my shoulder,
not to look like a beggar, and thrust it under my arm as if it were a
parcel. So I steal up cautiously towards the house. When I have got near
enough, I stop, stand there upright and strong before the windows, take
off my cap and stand there still. There is no one to be seen within, not a
shadow. The dining-room is all dark; they have finished their evening
meal. It must be late, I tell myself.


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