I have no time for explanation, but I am sure you will not refuse me; let me trust that I shall see you on Saturday at the latest.

You know the mode by which I came; it is the best for expedition and cheapness.
Dear Faith, do not fail me.
Your affectionate brother, THURSTAN BENSON.
P.S .-- I am afraid the money I left may be running short.
Do not let this stop you.

Take my Facciolati to Johnson's, he will advance upon it; it is the third row, bottom shelf.

Only come.
When this letter was despatched he had done all he could; and the next two days passed like a long monotonous dream of watching, thought, and care, undisturbed by any event, hardly by the change from day to night, which, now the harvest moon was at her full, was scarcely perceptible.

On Saturday morning the answer came.
DEAREST THURSTAN,--Your incomprehensible summons has just reached me, and I obey, thereby proving my right to my name of Faith.