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It
was
,
indeed
.
The
wind
was
howling
and
screaming
round
the
house
,
and
the
latticed
windows
rattled
and
shook
as
if
they
were
coming
in
.
The
glow
of
the
yellow
lamps
and
the
flavour
of
our
cigars
seemed
the
brighter
and
more
fragrant
for
the
contrast
.
"
Now
,
my
boy
,
"
said
my
host
,
"
we
have
the
house
and
the
night
to
ourselves
.
Let
me
have
an
idea
of
how
your
affairs
stand
,
and
I
will
see
what
can
be
done
to
set
them
in
order
.
I
wish
to
hear
every
detail
.
"
Thus
encouraged
,
I
entered
into
a
long
exposition
,
in
which
all
my
tradesmen
and
creditors
from
my
landlord
to
my
valet
,
figured
in
turn
.
I
had
notes
in
my
pocket
-
book
,
and
I
marshalled
my
facts
,
and
gave
,
I
flatter
myself
,
a
very
businesslike
statement
of
my
own
unbusinesslike
ways
and
lamentable
position
.
I
was
depressed
,
however
,
to
notice
that
my
companion
’
s
eyes
were
vacant
and
his
attention
elsewhere
.
When
he
did
occasionally
throw
out
a
remark
it
was
so
entirely
perfunctory
and
pointless
,
that
I
was
sure
he
had
not
in
the
least
followed
my
remarks
.
Every
now
and
then
he
roused
himself
and
put
on
some
show
of
interest
,
asking
me
to
repeat
or
to
explain
more
fully
,
but
it
was
always
to
sink
once
more
into
the
same
brown
study
.
At
last
he
rose
and
threw
the
end
of
his
cigar
into
the
grate
.
"
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
,
my
boy
,
"
said
he
.
"
I
never
had
a
head
for
figures
,
so
you
will
excuse
me
.
You
must
jot
it
all
down
upon
paper
,
and
let
me
have
a
note
of
the
amount
.
I
’
ll
understand
it
when
I
see
it
in
black
and
white
.
"
The
proposal
was
encouraging
.
I
promised
to
do
so
.
"
And
now
it
’
s
time
we
were
in
bed
.
By
Jove
,
there
’
s
one
o
’
clock
striking
in
the
hall
.
"
The
tingling
of
the
chiming
clock
broke
through
the
deep
roar
of
the
gale
.
The
wind
was
sweeping
past
with
the
rush
of
a
great
river
.
"
I
must
see
my
cat
before
I
go
to
bed
,
"
said
my
host
.
"
A
high
wind
excites
him
.
Will
you
come
?
"
"
Certainly
,
"
said
I
.
