Possibly he was a fellow of infinite jest in his day; he was sober
enough now, and in no way disposed to indulge in those flashes of
merriment "that were wont to set the table on a roar." But I did not
regret his evaporated hilarity; I liked his more befitting genial
silence, and had learned to look upon his rather open countenance with
the same friendliness as that with which I regarded the faces of
less phantasmal members of the club. He had become to me a dramatic
personality as distinct as that of any of the Thespians I met in the
grillroom or the library.
Yorick's feeling in regard to me was a subject upon which I frequently
speculated. There was at intervals an alert gleam of intelligence in
those cavernous eye-sockets, as if the sudden remembrance of some old
experience had illumined them. He had been a great traveler, and had
known strange vicissitudes in life; his stage career had brought him
into contact with a varied assortment of men and women, and extended
his horizon.
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