Remember that as yet we are feeling our way blindfold, and must continue to do so till some kind hand tears away the bandage from our eyes.

Go! I have a letter to write, for which you may send in a boy at the end of five minutes." This letter was for Miss Butterworth, and created, a half-hour later, quite a stir in the fine old mansion in Gramercy Park.

It ran thus: Have you sufficient interest in the outcome of a certain matter to take a short journey into the country?
I leave town at 1 P.M.for Belleville, Long Island.

If you choose to do the same, you will find me at the Bedell House, in that town, early in the afternoon.

If you enjoy novels, take one with you, and let me see you reading it on the hotel piazza at five o'clock.