He could lose himself for hours at a time. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar
opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather
attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the
blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round
his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her
gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. She was clear there were no other minds like them in all the world. “Is this hansom for me?” she said. ”
“You may be sure of the one,” she murmured. But, when? When do they go?’
‘Today, miss. ‘Well, nothing,’ uttered her betrothed crossly, before Gerald could answer. Having watched the funeral at some distance, Jonathan
fancied he could discern the figure of Jack; but not being quite sure, he entered
the church. He thanked God for this talent of his. They alighted at the restaurant, and stood for a moment in the passage looking
into the crowded room.
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