We concluded not to quarrel for the rest of the way. I
had an influx of gay spirits, and John was almost without exception
"nice."
There were several hours to wait in Boston before the train on the Old
Colony road would go out. We had dinner (I little realized how long it
would be before I should eat again), and John tamely suggested driving
about to look at some of the places of interest. I assured him that
there was nothing so dispiriting as looking at places of interest, and
he answered, cheerfully, after some moments of thought, that we could
"shut our eyes when we went by them, then."
I had reason to dread a decline of spirits. Mine were rapidly on the
wane. By the time we stopped at the Old Colony _depot_ they were low,
indeed. And the hardest of all was, that I would not, for my life, let
my companion know. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and already
quite dark. The atmosphere was heavy and chill; the sky ominous with
clouds. I had an unknown journey yet to take in search of an unknown
destination. The car into which I got on the Cape-bound train was dismal
and weird-seeming enough.
"I wish, if you must go, you would let me see you to the end of this,"
said John.
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