A Single Gentleman

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Gentlemen, said I, do you know nothing of what has taken place this evening ? I saw fifty or more individuals seated in this place an hour since; and is there not one out of the six brothers remaining who has not been engaged in these interesting introductory exercises ? You are dreaming, friend; said one....
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Gentlemen, said I, do you know nothing of what has taken place this evening ? I saw fifty or more individuals seated in this place an hour since; and is there not one out of the six brothers remaining who has not been engaged in these interesting introductory exercises ? You are dreaming, friend; said one. Dreaming, Mr. Doolittle; you had better go home and think it over. Then I can leave now ? I asked. Certainly; certainly, any time, Mr. Doolittle, any time; and Mr. Thistle, alias Mr. Doolittle, immediately started for his room; upon reaching which, he found ample time for reflection and self-examination. Dreaming, thought I, as I threw a pair of pantaloons, thoroughly soaked, across an improvised clothes-line. Dreaming, Mr. Doolittle; was it because my head had been shut out from the world for an hour past, while my body had been actively engaged during every moment of that time ? Where's Mr. Doolittle, himself? thought I. Where's any body who can expound what all this means? Where am I, any way; in the body or out of it? I walked around my room touchingdifferent articles of furniture to satisfy myself that they were not in the spiritual form. Drawing myself in front of a warm fire, my thoughts became as busy as a fulling-mill, wondering what all this was intended to represent, and where Mr. Doolittle could be; and whether he, too, had called at seven and one-half o'clock at the Club-House. In the midst of my reveries, in walked the companion of my youth. Slowly, silently and thoughtfully he grasped my hand; I did not rise, and neither of us spoke. Turning my chair half round, while he seized another, and placing it directly in front, sat down. We both commenced looking each other full in the face. Finally, said I, Mr. Doolittle, I am a member ...