Walter\'sheartfeltheavyashelookedroundhisoldbedroom，upamongtheparapetsandchimney-pots，andthoughtthatonemorenightalreadydarkeningwouldclosehisacquaintancewithit，perhapsforever。
Dismantledofhislittlestockofbooksandpictures，itlookedcoldlyandreproachfullyonhimforhisdesertion，andhadalreadyaforeshadowinguponitofitscomingstrangeness。`Afewhoursmore，\'thoughtWalter，`andnodreamIeverhadherewhenIwasaschoolboywillbesolittlemineasthisoldroom。Thedreammaycomebackinmysleep，andImayreturnwakingtothisplace，itmaybe：butthedreamatleastwillservenoothermaster，andtheroommayhaveascore，andeveryoneofthemmaychange，neglect，misuseit。\'
Buthisunclewasnottobeleftaloneinthelittlebackparlour，wherehewasthensittingbyhimself；forCaptainCuttle，considerateinhisroughness，stayedawayagainsthiswill，purposelythattheyshouldhavesometalktogetherunobserved：soWalter，newlyreturnedhomefromhislastday\'sbustle，descendedbriskly，tobearhimcompany。
`Uncle，\'hesaidgaily，layinghishandupontheoldman\'sshoulder，`whatshallIsendyouhomefromBarbados？\'
`Hope，mydearWally。Hopethatweshallmeetagain，onthissideofthegrave。Sendmeasmuchofthatasyoucan。\'