I was lying. I gave him a look that should
have killed him, but I don't think it did. Rouse yourself
from your chair, and call him--"
"I will," I said, and started up from my seat.
But as I did so, the form of General Bernhardi, which I
could have sworn had been lying in a tattered heap on
the sofa on the other side of the room, seemed suddenly
to vanish from my eyes.
There was nothing before me but the empty room with the
fire burned low in the grate, and in front of me an open
copy of Bernhardi's book.
I must,--like many another reader,--have fallen asleep
over it.
XV.--The Survival of the Fittest
A bell tinkled over the door of the little drug store as
I entered it; which seemed strange in a lighted street
of a great city.
But the little store itself, dim even in the centre and
dark in the corners was gloomy enough for a country
crossroads.
"I have to have the bell," said the man behind the counter,
reading my thought, "I'm alone here just now."
"A toothbrush?" he said in answer to my question.
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