to her. He has volunteered and gone to the war,
while, of course, she goes out of evenings with
another fellow � maybe half-a-dozen of them.
She came up with him, grinning and slimy,
to the doorstep when I happened to be there, one
evening, and Cahill objurgated upon it to some
of the women. Bitches all!
26. Saturday. Writing. Down town as far
as Reade Street during the dull, moist afternoon.
Returning by 6, found Haney in my room, who
dined with us and stayed till 10. He is the only
visitor at Parton�s, now; he and Knudsen the only
droppers-in at 745, with rare exceptions. Busi-
ness is bad with him; his money investments haras-
sing. A drenching night out of doors. Cahill
has seen �Captain� O�Brien once in the city, he
having come up from the �camp� of the Mc.Clellan
Rifles on Staten Island, as John Wood told
me, also. Cahill had a curt interview with O�B.,
the latter inquiring in his usual agreeable tone of
insolence why Cahill hadn�t fulfilled a certain
agreement about writing puffs for the regiment,
for promised but un performed bucksheesh. O�B.
told Wood that he had passed his examination
as an officer, which was of an extremely severe and
scrutinizing character � of course. Of all the
pseudo-Bohemians who bragged of their military