He appeared embarrassed, and his fine face worked, until I began to pity him, for it was evident he wished to show me in some way, how much he felt he was my debtor, and yet he did not know exactly what to propose.
"We may meet again," I said, squeezing his hand.
"Will you receive my card ?" "Most willingly." He put "Viscount Householder" into my hand, and in return I gave him my own humble appellation.
He looked from the card to me, and from me to the card, and some agreeable idea appeared to flash upon his mind.
"Shall you visit Geneva this summer ?" he asked, earnestly.
"Within a month." "Your address--" "Hotel de l'Ecu." "You shall hear from me.

Adieu." We parted, he, his lovely wife, and his guides descending to the Rhone, while I pursued my way to the Hospice of the Grimsel.

Within the month I received a large packet at l'Ecu.

It contained a valuable diamond ring, with a request that I would wear it, as a memorial of Lady Householder, and a fairly written manuscript.

The following short note explained the wishes of the writer: "Providence brought us together for more purposes than were at first apparent.