CHAPTER XXXV.
THE LEAVE-TAKING--SPIRIT OF THE HEARTH--WHAT'S O'CLOCK.
The next morning, having breakfasted with my old friend, I went into the stable to make the necessary preparations for my departure; there, with the assistance of a stable lad, I cleaned and caparisoned my horse, and then, returning into the house, I made the old female attendant such a present as I deemed would be of some compensation for the trouble I had caused.

Hearing that the old gentleman was in his study, I repaired to him.

"I am come to take leave of you," said I, "and to thank you for all the hospitality which I have received at your hands." The eyes of the old man were fixed steadfastly on the inscription which I had found him studying on a former occasion.

"At length," he murmured to himself, "I have it--I think I have it;" and then, looking at me, he said, "So you are about to depart ?" "Yes," said I, "my horse will be at the front door in a few minutes; I am glad, however, before I go, to find that you have mastered the inscription." "Yes," said the old man, "I believe I have mastered it; it seems to consist of some verses relating to the worship of the Spirit of the Hearth." "What is the Spirit of the Hearth ?" said I.
"One of the many demons which the Chinese worship," said the old man; "they do not worship one God, but many." And then the old man told me a great many highly-interesting particulars respecting the demon worship of the Chinese.
After the lapse of at least half-an-hour I said, "I must not linger here any longer, however willing.

Horncastle is distant, and I wish to be there to-night.