There is not much, to be sure, but the story is told without the names." "Tell me the story, Mr.Emblem, while you remember it." "All in good time, young man.

Youth is impatient." He drew up the blind and let in the morning light; then he began his search for the letter on the floor, going on his hands and knees, and peering under the table and chairs with a candle.

At length he desisted.
"I tied it up," he said, "with the parcel, with red tape.

Very well--we must do without it.

Now, Mr.Arbuthnot, my plan is this.
First, I will dictate the letter.