He had drawn down the shades of his windows so as to let in that subdued light which is merciful to crow's-feet and similar embellishments, and wheeled up his sofa so that two could sit at the table and read from the same book.
At eleven o'clock he was pacing the room with a certain feverish impatience, casting a glance now and then at the mirror as he passed it.

At last the bell rang, and he himself went to answer it, his heart throbbing with expectation of meeting his lovely visitor.
Myrtle Hazard appeared by an envoy extraordinary, the bearer of sealed despatches.

Mistress Kitty Fagan was the young lady's substitute, and she delivered into the hand of the astonished clergyman the following missive: TO THE REV.MR.

STOKER.
Reverend Sir,--I shall not come to your study this day.

I do not feel that I have any more need of religious counsel at this time, and I am told by a friend that there are others who will be glad to hear you talk on this subject.