me, I put them both out of doors together."
He turned his head and looked past me with a queer expression at the low panelled door at my back. "Out of that very door they went--the two of 'em, on a rainy night like this: and one stopped and looked back, to see if I wasn't going to call her--and I didn't--and so they both went...."
"The Muse?" (said Merrick, refilling my glass and stooping to pat the terrier as he went back to his chair)--"well, you've met the Muse in the little volume of sonnets you used to like; and you've met the woman too, and you used to like her; though you didn't know her when you saw her the other evening....
"No, I won't ask you how she struck you when you talked to her: I know. She struck you like that stuff I gave you to read last night She's conformed--I've conformed--the mills have caught us and ground us: ground us, oh, exceedingly small!
"But you remember what she was; and that's the reason why I'm telling you this now....
Well-written novella about a man who returns to New York after 12 years and meets up with some old friends. He finds them much changed, and tries to find out what events in their lives could've been responsible for the change. He learns that our actions have consequences that can affect us in the long run. If you like Wharton's "The Age of Innocence", you'll probably enjoy this story.