Miggot’sbetterdaysthatinspiredmyfriendwithhisdelusionrespectingthechambers，butheneverwaveredinhisfidelitytoitforamoment，thoughhewallowedindirtsevenyears。
Twoofthewindowsofthesechamberslookeddownintothegarden；
andwehavesatuptheretogethermanyasummerevening，sayinghowpleasantitwas，andtalkingofmanythings。Tomyintimacywiththattopset，Iamindebtedforthreeofmyliveliestpersonalimpressionsofthelonelinessoflifeinchambers。Theyshallfollowhere，inorder；first，second，andthird。
First。MyGray’sInnfriend，onatime，hurtoneofhislegs，anditbecameseriouslyinflamed。Notknowingofhisindisposition，I
wasonmywaytovisithimasusual，onesummerevening，whenIwasmuchsurprisedbymeetingalivelyleechinField-court，Gray’sInn，seeminglyonhiswaytotheWestEndofLondon。Astheleechwasalone，andwasofcourseunabletoexplainhisposition，evenifhehadbeeninclinedtodosowhichhehadnottheappearanceofbeing，Ipassedhimandwenton。TurningthecornerofGray’sInn-square，Iwasbeyondexpressionamazedbymeetinganotherleech-alsoentirelyalone，andalsoproceedinginawesterlydirection，thoughwithlessdecisionofpurpose。Ruminatingonthisextraordinarycircumstance，andendeavouringtorememberwhetherI