CHAPTER XLII

WAR! I found Clarence alone in his quarters, drowned in melancholy; and in place of the electric light, he had reinstituted the ancient rag-lamp, and sat there in a grisly twilight with all curtains drawn tight. He sprang up and rushed for me eagerly, saying: “Oh, it's worth a billion milrays to look upon a live person again!” He knew me as easily as if I hadn't been disguised at all. Which frightened me; one may easily believe that. “Quick, now, tell me the meaning of this fearful disaster,” I said. “How did it …