Sinopsis

The houses were dark in the August night and the perspective of Beacon Street, with its double chain of lamps, was a foreshortened desert. The club on the hill alone, from its semi-cylindrical front, projected a glow upon the dusky vagueness of the Common, and as I ed it I heard in the hot stillness the click of a pair of billiard balls. As 'every one' was out of town perhaps the servants, in the extravagance of their leisure, were profaning the tables. The heat was insufferable and I thought with joy of the morrow, of the deck of the steamer, the freshening breeze, the sense of getting out to sea. I was even glad of what I had learned in the afternoon at the office of the companythat at the eleventh hour an old ship with a lower standard of speed had been put on in place of the vessel in which I had taken my age. America was roasting, England might very well be stuffy, and a slow age (which at that season of the year would probably also be a fine one) was a guarantee of ten or twelve days of fresh air.