I was a teetotaler and liked relaxation, so I said I would.
We drove from the lecture-hall together about half-past ten.

He had a most comfortably and tastefully furnished parlor, with good pictures on the walls, Indian and Japanese ornaments on the mantel, and here and there, and books everywhere-largely mine; which made me proud.

The light was brilliant, the easy chairs were deep-cushioned, the arrangements for brewing and smoking were all there.

We brewed and lit up; then he passed a sheet of note-paper to me and said-- "Do you remember that ?" "Oh, yes, indeed!" The paper was of a sumptuous quality.

At the top was a twisted and interlaced monogram printed from steel dies in gold and blue and red, in the ornate English fashion of long years ago; and under it, in neat gothic capitals was this--printed in blue: THE MARK TWAIN CLUB CORRIGAN CASTLE ............187..
"My!" said I, "how did you come by this ?" "I was President of it." "No!--you don't mean it." "It is true.