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"
It
would
never
have
entered
my
head
to
come
such
a
long
way
for
any
and
every
bit
of
pencil
,
but
with
this
one
it
was
quite
a
different
matter
;
there
was
another
reason
,
a
special
reason
.
Insignificant
as
it
looked
,
this
stump
of
pencil
had
simply
made
me
what
I
was
in
the
world
,
so
to
say
,
placed
me
in
life
.
"
I
said
no
more
.
The
man
had
come
right
over
to
the
counter
.
"
Indeed
!
"
said
he
,
and
he
looked
inquiringly
at
me
.
"
It
was
with
this
pencil
,
"
I
continued
,
in
cold
blood
,
"
that
I
wrote
my
dissertation
on
'
Philosophical
Cognition
,
'
in
three
volumes
.
"
Had
he
never
heard
mention
of
it
?
Well
,
he
did
seem
to
remember
having
heard
the
name
,
rather
the
title
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
I
,
"
that
was
by
me
,
so
it
was
.
"
So
he
must
really
not
be
astonished
that
I
should
be
desirous
of
having
the
little
bit
of
pencil
back
again
.
I
valued
it
far
too
highly
to
lose
it
;
why
,
it
was
almost
as
much
to
me
as
a
little
human
creature
.
For
the
rest
I
was
honestly
grateful
to
him
for
his
civility
,
and
I
would
bear
him
in
mind
for
it
.
Yes
,
truly
,
I
really
would
.
A
promise
was
a
promise
;
that
was
the
sort
of
man
I
was
,
and
he
really
deserved
it
.
"
Good-bye
!
"
I
walked
to
the
door
with
the
bearing
of
one
who
had
it
in
his
power
to
place
a
man
in
a
high
position
,
say
in
the
fire-office
.
The
honest
pawnbroker
bowed
twice
profoundly
to
me
as
I
withdrew
.
I
turned
again
and
repeated
my
good-bye
.
On
the
stairs
I
met
a
woman
with
a
travelling-bag
in
her
hand
,
who
squeezed
diffidently
against
the
wall
to
make
room
for
me
,
and
I
voluntarily
thrust
my
hand
in
my
pocket
for
something
to
give
her
,
and
looked
foolish
as
I
found
nothing
and
passed
on
with
my
head
down
.
I
heard
her
knock
at
the
office
door
;
there
was
an
alarm
over
it
,
and
I
recognized
the
jingling
sound
it
gave
when
any
one
rapped
on
the
door
with
his
knuckles
.
The
sun
stood
in
the
south
;
it
was
about
twelve
.
The
whole
town
began
to
get
on
its
legs
as
it
approached
the
fashionable
hour
for
promenading
.
Bowing
and
laughing
folk
walked
up
and
down
Carl
Johann
Street
.
I
stuck
my
elbows
closely
to
my
sides
,
tried
to
make
myself
look
small
,
and
slipped
unperceived
past
some
acquaintances
who
had
taken
up
their
stand
at
the
corner
of
University
Street
to
gaze
at
the
passers-by
.
I
wandered
up
Castle
Hill
and
fell
into
a
reverie
.
How
gaily
and
lightly
these
people
I
met
carried
their
radiant
heads
,
and
swung
themselves
through
life
as
through
a
ball-room
!
There
was
no
sorrow
in
a
single
look
I
met
,
no
burden
on
any
shoulder
,
perhaps
not
even
a
clouded
thought
,
not
a
little
hidden
pain
in
any
of
the
happy
souls
.
And
I
,
walking
in
the
very
midst
of
these
people
,
young
and
newly-fledged
as
I
was
,
had
already
forgotten
the
very
look
of
happiness
.
I
hugged
these
thoughts
to
myself
as
I
went
on
,
and
found
that
a
great
injustice
had
been
done
me
.
Why
had
the
last
months
pressed
so
strangely
hard
on
me
?
I
failed
to
recognize
my
own
happy
temperament
,
and
I
met
with
the
most
singular
annoyances
from
all
quarters
.
I
could
not
sit
down
on
a
bench
by
myself
or
set
my
foot
any
place
without
being
assailed
by
insignificant
accidents
,
miserable
details
,
that
forced
their
way
into
my
imagination
and
scattered
my
powers
to
all
the
four
winds
.
A
dog
that
dashed
by
me
,
a
yellow
rose
in
a
man
's
buttonhole
,
had
the
power
to
set
my
thoughts
vibrating
and
occupy
me
for
a
length
of
time
.
