Chapter 23.

Dr. Seward Styrie.

Three October.

The time seemed terrible long while we were waiting for the coming of God-alming and

Quincy Morris.

The professor tried to keep our minds active by using them all the time.

I could see his beneficient purpose by the side-glances which he threw from time to time

at Harker.

The poor fellow is overwhelmed in a misery that is appalling to see.

Last night he was a frank, happy-looking man with strong youthful face, full of energy,

and with dark brown hair.

Today he is a drawn, haggard old man whose white hair matches well with the hollow burning

eyes and grief-written lines of his face.

His energy is still intact.

In fact, he is like a living flame.

This may yet be his salvation.

For if all go well, it will tie him over the despairing period.

He will then, in a kind of way, wake again to the realities of life.

Poor fellow, I thought my own trouble was bad enough, but his.

The professor knows this well enough and is doing his best to keep his mind active.

What he has been saying was, under the circumstances of absorbing interest, so well

as I can remember, here it is.

...