Similarly, I walk at a great pace down a short street, rapidly turn the corner, and, getting out of his view, as rapidly turn back. I catch him coming on post, again pass him as unaware of his existence, and again he undergoes grinding torments. Night after night his disappointment is acute, but hope springs eternal in the scholastic breast, and he follows me again tomorrow. Thus I enjoy the pleasures of the chase, and derive great benefit from the healthful exercise. When I do not enjoy the pleasures of the chase, for anything I know he watches at the Temple Gate all night.”

“This is an extraordinary story,” observed Lightwood, who had heard it out with serious attention. “I don’t like it.”

“You are a little hipped, dear fellow,” said Eugene; “you have been too sedentary. Come and enjoy the pleasures of the chase.”

“Do you mean that you believe he is watching now?”

“I have not the slightest doubt he is.”