"They walked slowly down the street at about ten in the evening, talking calmly. They were both about thirty-five, both eminently sober. "
"Why that's you" cried Smith. "Sh-h-h, not so loud!" Braling waved upward. The man in the window gestured significantly and vanished...... "Hello Braling," he said. "Hello, Braling," said Braling. They were identical. Smith stared. "Is this your twin brother? I never knew-"
"Or, wait- I know! She bought that little house on the Hudson she's been talking about for months, without so much as a by your leave!", He stormed into the bedroom, righteous and indignant. What did she mean, taking their money like this? He bent over her. "Nettie!" he shouted. "Nettie, wake up!" She did not stir. "What have you done with my money!" he bellowed.
"Good luck to you, Smith. Do drop around while I'm in Rio. It will seem strange, if you suddenly stop calling by, to my wife. You're to treat Braling Two, here, just like me." "Right! Good-by. And thank you."
"He squinted his eyes and could see the sea and the mountains and the yellow sand. The sound of the waves was good to his inward mind. The sun was fine on his bared shoulders. The wine was most excellent."
"And I've been thinking, how nice it is in Rio and how I'll never get there, and I've thought about your wife and- I think we could be very happy."