For his act there was not one word of defence to be made, and
he was not prepared to make it.
The cigars and liquors were beside him, but he did not touch them. He
seemed very far away from the ordinary details of his life: he knew he
had before him hard travel, and he was not confident of the end. He
could not tell how long he sat there. --After, a time the ticking of
the clock seemed painfully loud to him. Now and again he heard a cab
rattling through the Square, and the foolish song of some drunken
loiterer in the night caused him to start painfully. Everything jarred
on him. Once he got up, went to the window, and looked out. The moon
was shining full on the Square. He wondered if it would be well for him
to go out and find some quiet to his nerves in walking. He did so. Out
in the Square he looked up to his wife's window. It was lighted. Long
time he walked up and down, his eyes on the window. It held him like a
charm. Once he leaned against the iron railings of the garden and looked
up, not moving for a time.
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