“What is your state of mind, Twenty Eight?” said the questioner in spectacles.
“I thank you, sir,” returned Mr. Littimer; “I see my follies now, sir. I am a good deal troubled when I think of the sins of my former companions, sir; but I trust they may find forgiveness.”
“You are quite happy yourself?” said the questioner, nodding encouragement.
“I am much obliged to you, sir,” returned Mr. Littimer. “Perfectly so.”
“Is there anything at all on your mind now?” said the questioner. “If so, mention it, Twenty Eight.”
“Sir,” said Mr. Littimer, without looking up, “if my eyes have not deceived me, there is a gentleman present who was acquainted with me in my former life. It may be profitable to that gentleman to know, sir, that I attribute my past follies, entirely to having lived a thoughtless life in the service of young men; and to having allowed myself to be led by them into weaknesses, which I had not the