But if I sent one shorter of stature and uglier of visage and with less art in approaching a crinoline--why, perhaps he would get no farther than her door.

No; he will serve--he _must_ serve!" He arose now, and bowed to us both, even as I rose and turned for my cloak to shield me from the raw drizzle which then was falling in the streets.

Doctor Ward reached down his own shaggy top hat from the rack.
"To bed with you now, John," said he sternly.
"No, I must write." "You heard me say, to bed with you! A stiff toddy to make you sleep.
Nicholas here may wake you soon enough with his mysterious companion.

I think to-morrow will be time enough for you to work, and to-morrow very likely will bring work for you to do." Calhoun sighed.

"God!" he exclaimed, "if I but had back my strength! If there were more than those scant remaining years!" "Go!" said he suddenly; and so we others passed down his step and out into the semi-lighted streets.
So this, then, was my errand.