… night-mail packet from Dover. The passage had been rough, and the usual consequences had ensued. I was disinclined to travel farther that night on my road to Paris, and knew the Calais hotel of old as one of the cleanest, one of the … I feel easier in my mind now that it is liberated of this old peccadillo. I met my college tutor only yesterday. We were travelling, and stopped at the same hotel. He had the very next room to mine. After he had gone into his apartment, … O you men of letters, you men of letters! Is not the world (your world, I mean) big enough for all of you?” I often travel in my sleep. I often of a night find myself walking in my night-gown about the gray streets. It is awkward at …