essed in mind, body, and estate.'

He did try many sorts of things, poor fellow. He was in and out
of that bath-room a good share of both days. He also tried drugs
and patent medicines. I saw his cabin littered with them. He
would sneak into meals those two days when people had almost
finished, and gobble his food furtively.

I caught him once or twice smoking his pipe in the bath-room or
the bath-room passage. He would not venture amid the crowd on
deck. Only when many of the passengers were in bed would he come
up with me, and take my arm and walk up and down. That was on the
Wednesday night.

Wednesday night came, then Thursday morning. Thursday forenoon
was long, and Thursday afternoon longer.

At last the sun was low, and I began to count the hours to the
time when I might consult the doctor.

I secured an interview with Carraway in the bathroom soon after
sunset.

'Any better?' I asked for about the twentieth time.

He shook his head dejectedly.

'All right. We must go to the doctor to-morrow morning. But, O
Carraway, do go to him to-night, don't be afraid. It's only
imagination. Do go.'

'I'll see,' he said in a dazed, dreary sort of way, 'I'll see,
but I want to play the last card I have in my hand before I go.
It's a trump card perhaps.'

'On my honor,' I said, 'You're tormenting yourself for nothing.
You're as white as ever you were.'

Then I said 'Good-night.' I stopped for a moment outside the
door, and heard him begin splashing and scrubbing. The thing was
getting on my own nerves.

I went off up on deck, and smoked hard, then I read, and wrote
letters, and smoked again, and went to bed very late. I had
steered clear of the bathroom and all Carraway's haunts so far as
I could. Yes, and I had gone over to the second class, and I had
asked the parson to do as he wanted. I had asked him the day
before. Now I asked him over again.

The steward handed me a letter when he brought me my coffee in
the morning. I opened it and read:

DEAR SIR, Perhaps my negrophoby is wrong. Anyhow, it's real to
me. I had and have it, and see no way to get rid of it properly
here on earth. Now God has touched me, me the negrophobe, and
colored me. And to me the thing seems very hard to bear.
Therefore I am trying the sea to-night.

'In the bath-room there never seemed to be enough water. I want
to try a bath with plenty of water. But I am afraid it may be
with me as it would have been with Macbeth or Lady Macb