was　touched　as　mine　had　been。　He　felt　for　my　suspense；　he　shared
  my　anxiety；　he　laid　aside　his　own　occupation　on　the　spot。
  〃Only　tell　me；〃　he　said；　〃how　I　can　help；　and　I　will　give　every　h
  our　in　the　day　to　you　and　to　George。〃
  I　had　come　to　him　with　my　mind　almost　as　full　of　his　past　life　as
  of　my　own；　I　recalled　to　his　memory　events　in　his　experience　as　a
  working　clergyman　in　London；　I　set　him　looking　among　papers　which
  he　had　preserved　for　half　his　lifetime；　and　the　very　existence　of
  which　he　had　forgotten　long　since；　I　recalled　to　him　the　names　of
  persons　to　whose　necessities　he　had　ministered　in　his　sacred
  office；　and　whose　stories　he　had　heard　from　their　own　lips　or
  received　under　their　own　handwriting。　When　we　parted　he　was
  certain　of　what　he　was　wanted　to　do；　and　was　resolute　on　that
  very　day　to　begin　the　work。
  I　went　to　Morgan　next；　and　appealed　to　him　as　I　had　already
  appealed　to　Owen。　It　was　only　part　of　his　odd　character　to　start
  all　sorts　of　eccentric　objections　in　reply；　to　affect　a　cynical
  indifference；　which　he　was　far　from　really　and　truly　feeling；　and
  to　indulge　in　plenty　of　quaint　sarcasm　on　the　subject　of　Jessie
  and　his　nephew　George。　I　waited　till　these　little
  surface…ebullitions　had　all　expended　themselves；　and　then　pressed
  my　point　again　with　the　earnestness　and　anxiety　that　I　really
  felt。
  Evidently　touched　by　the　manner　of　my　appeal　to　him　even　more
  than　by　the　language　in　which　it　was　expressed；　Morgan　took
  refuge　in　his　customary　abruptness；　spread　out　his　paper
  violently　on　the　table；　seized　his　pen　and　ink；　and　told　me　quite
  fiercely　to　give　him　his　work　and　let　him　tackle　it　at　once。
  I　set　myself　to　recall　to　his　memory　some　very　remarkable
  experiences　of　his　own　in　his　professional　days；　but　he　stopped
  me　before　I　had　half　done。
  〃I　understand；〃　he　said；　taking　a　savage　dip　at　the　ink；　〃I'm　to
  make　her　flesh　creep；　and　to　frighten　her　out　of　her　wits。　I'll
  do　it　with　a　vengeance！〃
  Reserving　to　myself　privately　an　editorial　right　of　supervision
  over　Morgan's　contributions；　I　returned　to　my　own　room　to　begin
  my　shareby　far　the　largest　oneof　the　task　before　us。　The
  stimulus　applied　to　my　mind　by　my　son's　letter　must　have　been　a
  strong　one　indeed；　for　I　had　hardly　been　more　than　an　hour　at　my
  desk　before　I　found　the　old　literary　facility　of　my　youthful
  days；　when　I　was　a　writer　for　the　magazines；　returning　to　me　as
  if　by　magic。　I　worked　on　unremittingly　till　dinner…time；　and　then
  resumed　the　pen　after　we　had　all　separated　for　the　night。　At　two
  o'clock　the　next　morning　I　found　myselfGod　help
  me！masquerading；　as　it　were；　in　my　own　long…lost　character　of　a
  hard…writing　young　man；　with　the　old　familiar　cup　of　strong　tea
  by　my　side；　and　the　old　familiar　wet　towel　tied　round　my　head。
  My　review　of　the　progress　I　had　made；　when　I　looked　back　at　my
  pages　of　manuscript；　yielded　all　the　encouragement　I　wanted　to
  drive　me　on。　It　is　only　just；　however；　to　add　to　the　record　of
  this　first　day's　attempt；　that　the　literary　labor　which　it
  involved　was　by　no　means　of　the　most　trying　kind。　The　great
  strain　on　the　intellectthe　strain　of　inventionwas　spared　me
  by　my　having　real　characters　and　events　ready　to　my　hand。　If　I
  had　been　called　on　to　create；　I　should；　in　all　probability；　have
  suffered　severely　by　contrast　with　the　very　worst　of　those
  unfortunate　novelists　whom　Jessie　had　so　rashly　and　so
  thoughtlessly　condemned。　It　is　not　wonderful　that　the　public
  should　rarely　know　how　to　estimate　the　vast　service　which　is　done
  to　them　by　the　production　of　a　good　book；　seeing　that　they　are；
  for　the　most　part；　utterly　ignorant　of　the　immense　difficulty　of
  writing　even　a　bad　one。
  The　next　day　was　fine；　to　my　great　relief；　and　our　visitor；　while
  we　were　at　work；　enjoyed　her　customary　scamper　on　the　pony；　and
  her　customary　rambles　afterward　in　the　neighborhood　of　the　house。
  Although　I　had　interruptions　to　contend　with　on　the　part　of　Owen
  and　Morgan；　neither　of　whom　possessed　my　experience　in　the
  production　of　what　heavy　people　call　〃light　literature；〃　and　both
  of　whom　consequently　wanted　assistance；　still　I　made　great
  progress；　and　earned　my　hours　of　repose　on　the　evening　of　the
  second　day。
  On　that　evening　I　risked　the　worst；　and　opened　my　negotiations
  for　the　future　with　〃The　Queen　of　Hearts。〃
  About　an　hour　after　the　tea　had　been　removed；　and　when　I　happened
  to　be　left　alone　in　the　room　with　her；　I　noticed　that　she　rose
  suddenly　and　went　to　the　writing…table。　My　suspicions　were
  aroused　directly；　and　I　entered　on　the　dangerous　subject　by
  inquiring　if　she　intended　to　write　to　her　aunt。
  〃Yes；〃　she　said。　〃I　promised　to　write　when　the　last　week　came。　If
  you　had　paid　me　the　compliment　of　asking　me　to　stay　a　little
  longer；　I　should　have　returned　it　by　telling　you　I　was　sorry　to
  go。　As　it　is；　I　mean　to　be　sulky　and　say　nothing。〃
  With　those　words　she　took　up　her　pen　to　begin　the　letter。
  〃Wait　a　minute；〃　I　remonstrated。　〃I　was　just　on　the　point　of
  begging　you　to　stay　when　I　spoke。〃
  〃Were　you；　indeed？〃　she　returned。　〃I　never　believed　in
  coincidences　of　that　sort　before；　but　now；　of　course；　I　put　the
  most　unlimited　faith　in　them！〃
  〃Will　you　believe　in　plain　proofs？〃　I　asked；　adopting　her　humor。
  〃How　do　you　think　I　and　my　brothers　have　been　employing　ourselves
  all　day　to…day　and　all　day　yesterday？　Guess　what　we　have　been
  about。〃
  〃Congratulating　yourselves　in　secret　on　my　approaching
  departure；〃　she　answered；　tapping　her　chin　saucily　with　the
  feather…end　of　her　pen。
  I　seized　the　opportunity　of　astonishing　her；　and　forthwith　told
  her　the　truth。　She　started　up　from　the　table；　and　approached　me
  with　the　eagerness　of　a　child；　her　eyes　sparkling；　and　her　cheeks
  flushed。
  〃Do　you　really　mean　it？〃　she　said。
  I　assured　her　that　I　was　in　earnest。　She　thereupon　not　only
  expressed　an　interest　in　our　undertaking；　which　was　evidently
  sincere；　but；　with　characteristic　impatience；　wanted　to　begin　the
  first　evening's　reading　on　that　very　night。　I　disappointed　her
  sadly　by　explaining　that　we　required　time　to　prepare　ourselves；
  and　by　assuring　her　that　we　should　not　be　ready　for　the　next　five
  days。　On　the　sixth　day；　I　added；　we　should　be　able　to　begin；　and
  to　go　on；　without　missing　an　evening；　for　probably　ten　days　more。
  〃The　next　five　days？〃　she　replied。　〃Why；　that　will　just　bring　us
  to　the　end　of　my　six　weeks'　visit。　I　suppose　you　are　not　setting
  a　trap　to　catch　me？　This　is　not　a　trick　of　you　three　cunning　old
  gentlemen　to　make　me　stay　on；　is　it？〃
  I　quailed　inwardly　as　that　dangerously　close　guess　at　the　truth
  passed　her　lips。
  〃You　forget；〃　I　said；　〃that　the　idea　only　occurred　to　me　after
  what　you　said　yesterday。　If　it　had　struck　me　earlier；　we　should
  have　been　ready　earlier；　and　then　where　would　your　suspicions
  have　been？〃
  〃I　am　ashamed　of　having　felt　them；〃　she　said；　in　her　frank；
  hearty　way。　〃I　retract　the　word　'trap；'　and　I　beg　pardon　for
  calling　you　'three　cunning　old　gentlemen。'　But　what　am　I　to　say
  to　my　aunt？〃
  She　moved　back　to　the　writing…table　as　she　spoke。
  〃Say　nothing；〃　I　replied；　〃till　you　have　heard　the　first　story。
  Shut　up　the　paper…case　till　that　time；　and　then　decide　when　you
  will　open　it　again　to　write　to　your　aunt。〃
  She　hesitated　and　smiled。　That　terribly　close　guess　of　hers　was
  not　out　of　her　mind　yet。
  〃I　rather　fancy；〃　she　said；　slyly；　〃that　the　story　will　turn　out
  to　be　the　best　of　the　whole　series。〃
  〃Wrong　again；〃　I　retorted。　〃I　have　a　plan　for　letting　chance
  decide　which　of　the　stories　the　first　one　shall　be。　They　shall　be
  all　numbered　as　they　are　done；　corresponding　numbers　shall　be
  written　inside　folded　pieces　of　card　and　well　mixed　together；　you
  shall　pick　out　any　one　card　you　like；　you　shall　declare　the
  number　written　within；　and；　good　or　bad；　the　story　that　answers
  to　that　number　shall　be　the　story　that　is　read。　Is　that　fair？〃
  〃Fair！〃　she　exclaimed；　〃it's　better　than　fair；　it　makes　_me_　of
  some　importance；　and　I　must　be　more　or　less　than　woman　not　to
  appreciate　that。〃
  〃Then　you　consent　to　wait　patiently　for　the　next　five　days？〃
  〃As　patiently　as　I　can。〃
  〃And　you　engage　to　decide　nothing　about　writing　to　your　aunt
  until　you　have　heard　the　first　story？〃
  〃I　do；〃　she　said；　returning　to　the　writing…table。　〃Behold　the
  proof　of　it。〃　She　raised　her　hand　with　theatrical　solemnity；　and
  closed　the　paper…case　with　an　impressive　bang。
  I　leaned　back　in　my　chair　with　my　mind　at　ease　for　the　first　　time
  since　the　receipt　of　my　son's　letter。
  〃Only　let　George　return　by　the　first　of　November；〃　I　thought　to
  myself；　〃and　all　the　aunts　in　Christendom　shall　not　prevent
  Jessie　Yelverton　from　being　here　to　meet　him。〃
  THE　TEN　DAYS。
  THE　FIRST　DAY。
  SHOWERY　and　unsettled。　In　spite　of　the　weather；　Jessie　put　on　my
  Mackintosh　cloak　and　rode　off　over　the　hills　to　one　of　Owen's
  outlying　farms。　She　was　already　too　impatient　to　wait　quietly　for
  the　evening's　reading　in　the　house；　or　to　enjoy　any　amusement
  less　exhilarating　than　a　gallop　in　the　open　air。
  I　was；　on　my　side；　as　anxious　and　as　uneasy　as　our　guest。　Now
  that　the　six　weeks　of　her　stay　had　expirednow　that　the　day　had
  really　arrived；　on　the　evening　of　which　the　first　story　was　to　be
  read；