me. I am indebted to his introduction for most of the names on that list.'

'Yes' said Rufus, in the interrogative tone of a man who was waiting to hear more. 'I'm listening, though I may not look like it. Git along.'

Amelius looked at his visitor, wondering in what precise direction he was to 'git along.'

'I'm no friend to partial information,' Rufus proceeded; I like to

round it off complete, as it were, in my own mind. There are names on this list that you haven't accounted for yet. Who provided you, sir, with the balance of your new friends?'

Amelius answered, not very willingly, 'I met them at Mr. Farnaby's house.'

He looked round the room again, with his hands in his pockets, whistling. Descending to the table in due course of time, his quick eye detected a photograph placed on the open writing-desk which Amelius had been using earlier in the day. Before it was possible to stop him, the photograph was in his hand. 'I believe I've got her likeness,' he announced. 'I do assure you I take pleasure in making her acquaintance in this sort of way. Well, now, I declare she's a columnar creature! Yes, sir; I do justice to your native product-your fine fleshy beef-fed English girl. But I tell you this: after a child or two, that sort runs to fat, and you find you have married more of her than you bargained for. To what lengths may you have proceeded, Amelius, with this splendid and spanking person?'

Amelius was just on the verge of taking offence. Speak of her respectfully,' he said, 'if you expect me to answer you.'

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Rufus stared in astonishment. I'm paying her all manner of compliments,' he protested, and you're not satisfied yet. My friend, I still find something about you, on this occasion, which reminds me of meat cut against the grain. You're almost nasty-you are! The air of London, I reckon, isn't at all the thing for you. Well, it don't matter to me; I like you. Afloat or

ashore I like you. Do you want to know what I should do, in your place, if I found myself steering too nigh to the brown Miss? I should--well, to put it in one word, I should scatter. Where's the harm, I'll ask you, if you try another girl or two, before you make your mind up? I shall be proud to introduce you to our slim and snaky sort at Coolspring. Yes. I mean

what I say; and I'll go back with you across the Pond.' Referring in this disrespectful manner to the Atlantic Ocean, Rufus offered his hand in token of unalterable devotion and good-will.

Who could resist such a man as this? Amelius (always in extremes) wrung his hand, with an impetuous sense of shame. 'I've been sulky,' he said, 'I've been rude, I ought to be ashamed of myself and I am. There's only one excuse for me, Rufus. I love her with all my heart and soul; and I'm engaged to be married to her. And yet, if you understand my way of putting it, I'm-in short, I'm in a

mess.

With this characteristic preface, he described his position as exactly as he could; having due regard to the necessary reserve on the subject of Mrs. Farnaby. Rufus listened, with the closest attention, from beginning to end; making no attempt to disguise the unfavourable impression which the announcement of the marriage-engagement had made on him. When he spoke next, instead of looking at Amelius as usual, he held his head down, and looked gloomily at his boots.

'Well,' he said, 'you've gone ahead this time, and that's a fact. She didn't raise any difficulties that a man could ride off on-did she?'

'She was all that was sweet and kind!' Amelius answered, with enthusiasm.

'She was all that was sweet and kind,' Rufus absently repeated, still intent on the solid spectacle of his own boots. 'And how about uncle Farnaby? Perhaps he's sweet and kind likewise, or perhaps he cuts up rough? Possible is it not, sir?'

'I don't know; I haven't spoken to him yet.'

Rufus suddenly looked up. A faint gleam of hope irradiated his long lank face. Mercy be praised! there's a last chance for you,' he remarked. 'Uncle Farnaby may say No.'

'It doesn't matter what he says,'

Amelius rejoined. She's old enough to choose for herself; he can't stop the marriage.'

test.

Rufus lifted one wiry yellow forefinger, in a state of perpendicular pro'He cannot stop the marriage,' the sagacious New Englander admitted. 'But he can stop the money, my son. Find out how you stand with him before another day is over your head.'

'I can't go to him this evening,' said Amelius; 'he dines out.' 'Where is he now?'

'At his place of business.' 'Fix him at his place of business. Right away!' cried Rufus, springing with sudden energy to his feet.

'I don't think he would like it,' Amelius objected. 'He's not a very pleasant fellow, anywhere; but he's particularly disagreeable at his place of business.'

Rufus walked to the window, and looked out. The objections to Mr. Farnaby appeared to fail, so far, in interesting him.

To put it plainly,' Amelius went on, 'there's something about him that I can't endure. And though he's very civil to me, in his way-I don't think he has ever got over the discovery that I am a Christian Socialist.'

Rufus abruptly turned round from the window, and became attentive again. 'So you told him that- did you?' he said.

'Of course!' Amelius rejoined sharply. 'Do you suppose I am ashamed of the principles in which I have been brought up?'

'You don't care, I reckon, if all the world knows your principles,' persisted Rufus, deliberately leading him on.

'I

'Care' Amelius reiterated. only wish I had all the world to listen to me. They should hear of my principles, with no bated breath, I promise you!'

There was a pause. Rufus turned back again to the window. When Farnaby's at home, where does he

live?' he asked suddenly-still keeping his face towards the street.

Amelius mentioned the address. 'You don't mean that you are going to call there?' he inquired, with some anxiety.

'Well, I reckoned I might catch him before dinner-time. You seem to be sort of feared to speak to him yourself. I'm your friend, Amelius -and I'll speak for you.'

The bare idea of the interview struck Amelius with terror. 'No, no!' he said. 'I'm much obliged to you, Rufus. But, in a matter of this sort, I shouldn't like to transfer the responsibility to my friend. I'll speak to Mr. Farnaby in a day or two.'

Rufus was evidently not satisfied with this. 'I do suppose, now,' he suggested, 'you're not the only man moving in this metropolis who fancies Miss Regina. Query, my son: if you put off Farnaby much longer-' He paused and looked at Amelius. 'Ah,' he said, 'I reckon I needn't enlarge further; there is another man. Well, it's the same in my country; I don't know what he does, with You: he always turns up, with Us, just at the time when you least want to see him.'

There was another man--an older and a richer man than Amelius; equally assiduous in his attentions to the aunt and to the niece; submissively polite to his favoured young rival. He was the sort of person, in age and in temperament, who would be perfectly capable of advancing his own interests, by means of the hostile influence of Mrs. Farnaby. Who could say what the result might be if, by some unlucky accident, he made the attempt before Amelius had secured for himself the support of the master of the house? In his present condition of nervous irritability, he was ready to believe in any coincidence of the disastrous sort. The wealthy rival was a man of business, a near city neighbour of Mr. Farnaby. They might be together at that moment; and Regina's fidelity to her

lover might be put to a harder test than she was prepared to endure. Amelius remembered the gentle conciliatory smile (too gentle by half) with which his placid mistress had received his first kisses-and, without stopping to weigh conclusions, snatched up his hat. 'Wait here for me, Rufus, like a good fellow. I'm off to the stationer's shop.' With those parting words, he hurried out of the

room.

Left by himself, Rufus began to rummage the pockets of his frockcoat -a long, loose, and dingy garment which had become friendly and comfortable to him by dint of ancient use. Producing a handful of correspondence, he selected the largest envelope of all; shook out on the table several smaller letters enclosed; picked one out of the number; and read the concluding paragraph only, with the closest attention.

'I enclose letters of introduction to the secretaries of literary institutions in London, and in some of the principal cities of England. If you feel disposed to lecture yourself, or if you can persuade friends and citizens known to you to do so, I believe it may be in your power to advance in this way the interests of our Bureau. Please take notice that the more advanced institutions, which are ready to countenance and welcome free thought in religion, politics, and morals, are marked on the envelopes with a cross in red ink. The envelopes without a mark are addressed to platforms, on which the customary British prejudices remain rampant, and in which the charge for places reaches a higher figure than can be as yet obtained in the sanctuaries of free thought.'

Rufus laid down the letter, and, choosing one among the envelopes marked in red ink, looked at the introduction enclosed. 'If the right sort of invitation reached Amelius from this institution,' he thought, 'the boy would lecture on Christian

Socialism with all his heart and soul. I wonder what the brown Miss and her uncle would say to that?'

He

He smiled to himself, and put the letter back in the envelope, and considered the subject for a while. Below the odd rough surface, he was a man in ten thousand; no more singlehearted and more affectionate creature ever breathed the breath of life. had not been understood in his own little circle; there had been a want of sympathy with him, and even a want of knowledge of him, at home. Amelius, popular with everybody, had touched the great heart of this man. He perceived the peril that lay hidden under the strange and lonely position of his fellow-voyager-so innocent in the ways of the world, so young and so easily impressed. His fondness for Amelius, it is hardly too much to say, was the fondness of a father for a son. With a sigh, he shook his head, and gathered up his letters, and put them back in his pockets. No, not yet,' he decided. The poor boy really loves her; and the girl may be good enough to make the happiness of his life.' He got up and walked about the room. Suddenly he stopped, struck by a new idea. Why shouldn't I judge for myself' he thought. 'I've got the address-I reckon I'll look in on them, in a friendly way.'

He sat down at the desk and wrote a line, in the event of Amelius being the first to return to the lodgings : 'Dear Boy,-I don't find her photograph tells me quite so much as I want to know. I have a mind to see the

living original. Being your friend, you know, it's only civil to pay my respects to the family. Expect my unbiassed opinion when I come back. Yours, RUFUS.'

Having enclosed and addressed these lines, he took up his greatcoat-and checked himself in the act of putting it on. The brown Miss was a British Miss. A strange New Englander had better be careful of his personal appearance, before he ventured into her

presence. Urged by this cautious motive, he approached the looking-glass, and surveyed himself critically.

'I doubt I might be the better,' it occurred to him, if I brushed my hair, and smelt a little of perfume. Yes. I'll make a toilet. Where's the boy's bedroom, I wonder?'

He observed a second door in the sitting-room, and opened it at hazard. Fortune had befriended him, so far: he found himself in his young friend's bedchamber.

The toilet-table of Amelius, simple as it was, had its mysteries for Rufus. He was at a loss among the perfumes. They were all contained in a modest little dressing case, without labels of any sort to describe the contents of the pots and bottles. He examined them one after another, and stopped at some recently invented French shaving-cream. It smells lovely,' he said, assuming it to be some rare pomatum. 'Just what I want, it seems, for my head.' He rubbed the shaving-cream into his bristly iron-gray hair, until his arms ached. When he had next sprinkled his handkerchief and himself profusely, first with rose-water and then to make quite sure) with eau-decologne used as a climax, he felt that he was in a position to appeal agreeably to the senses of the softer sex. In five minutes more he was on his way to Mr. Farnaby's private residence.

CHAPTER XIII.

THE rain that had begun with the morning still poured on steadily in the afternoon. After one look out of the window, Regina decided on passing the rest of the day luxuriously, in the company of a novel, by her own fireside. With her feet on the fender, and her head on the soft cushion of her favourite easy-chair, she opened the book. Having read the first chapter and part of the second, she was just lazily turning over the leaves, in

search of a love-scene-when her languid interest in the novel was suddenly diverted to an incident in real life. The sitting-room door was gently opened, and her maid appeared in a state of modest confusion.

'If you please, miss, here's a strange gentleman who comes from Mr. Goldenheart; he wishes particularly to

say

She paused and looked behind her. A faint and curious smell of mingled soap and scent entered the room, followed closely by a tall, calm, shabbilydressed man, who laid a wiry yellow hand on the maid's shoulder, and stopped her effectually before she could say a word more.

'Don't you think of troubling yourself to get through with it, my dear; I'm here, and I'll finish for you.' Addressing the maid in these encouraging terms, the stranger advanced to Regina, and actually attempted to shake hands with her! Regina rose

--and looked at him. It was a look that ought to have daunted the boldest man living it produced no sort of effect on this man. He still held out his hand; his lean face broadened with a pleasant smile. My name is Rufus Dingwell,' he said. 'I come from Coolspring, Mass.; and Amelius is my introduction to yourself and family.' Regina silently acknowledged this information by a frigid bow, and addressed herself to the maid, waiting at the door-'Don't leave the room, Phoebe.' Rufus, inwardly wondering what Phoebe was wanted for, proceeded to express the cordial sentiments proper to the occasion. 'I have heard about you, miss; and I take pleasure in making your acquaintance.' The unwritten laws of politeness obliged Regina, to say something. I have not heard Mr. Goldenheart mention your name,' she remarked. Are you an old friend of his?' Rufus explained with genial alacrity. We crossed the pond together, miss. I like the boy; he's bright and spry; he refreshes me -he does. We go ahead with most

things in my country; and friendship's one of them. How do you find yourself? Won't you shake hands?' He took her hand, without waiting to be repelled this time, and shook it with the heartiest good-will. Regina shuddered faintly she summoned assistance in case of further familiarity. 'Phoebe, tell my aunt.'

Rufus added a message on his own account. 'And say this, my dear. I sincerely desire to make the acquaintance of Miss Regina's aunt, and of any other members of the family circle.'

Phoebe left the room, smiling. Such an amusing visitor as this was a rare person in Mr. Farnaby's house. Rufus looked after her, with unconcealed approval. The maid appeared to be more to his taste than the mistress. 'Well, that's a pretty creature, I do declare,' he said to Regina. Reminds me of our American girls-slim in the waist, and carries her head nicely. How old may she be, now?'

Regina expressed her opinion of this familiar question by pointing, with silent dignity, to a chair.

'Thank you, miss; not that one,' said Rufus. 'You see I'm long in the legs, and if I once got down as low as that, I reckon I should have to restore the balance by putting my feet up on the grate. And that's not manners in Great Britain-and quite right too.'

He picked out the highest chair he could find, and admired the workmanship as he drew it up to the fireplace. 'Most sumptuous and elegant,' he said. 'The style of the Renaysance, as they call it.' Regina observed with dismay that he had not got his hat in his hand like other visitors. He had left it no doubt in the hall; he looked as if he had dropped in to spend the day, and stay to dinner.

Well, miss, I've seen your photograph,' he resumed; ' and I don't much approve of it, now I see You. My sentiments are not altogether favourable to that art. I delivered a lecture on photographic portraiture at Coolspring; and I described it briefly as