CHAPTER V.
"Delicious my having come down to tell him of it!" Mr.Morrow ejaculated.
"My cab was at the door twenty minutes after _The Empire_ had been laid on my breakfast-table.

Now what have you got for me ?" he continued, dropping again into his chair, from which, however, he the next moment eagerly rose.

"I was shown into the drawing-room, but there must be more to see--his study, his literary sanctum, the little things he has about, or other domestic objects and features.

He wouldn't be lying down on his study-table?
There's a great interest always felt in the scene of an author's labours.

Sometimes we're favoured with very delightful peeps.
Dora Forbes showed me all his table-drawers, and almost jammed my hand into one into which I made a dash! I don't ask that of you, but if we could talk things over right there where he sits I feel as if I should get the keynote." I had no wish whatever to be rude to Mr.Morrow, I was much too initiated not to tend to more diplomacy; but I had a quick inspiration, and I entertained an insurmountable, an almost superstitious objection to his crossing the threshold of my friend's little lonely shabby consecrated workshop.