than　that　of　my　excellent　sire。　It　is　true；　I　might　have　made　a
  target　of　the　defenceless　invalid；　but　I　haven't　a　taste　for
  artillery；　moi。
  VI。
  JOHN　FLEMMING　TO　EDWARD　DELANEY。
  August　17；　1872。
  For　a　man　who　hasn't　a　taste　for　artillery；　it　occurs　to　me；　my
  friend；　you　are　keeping　up　a　pretty　lively　fire　on　my　inner　works。
  But　go　on。　Cynicism　is　a　small　brass　field…piece　that　eventually
  bursts　and　kills　the　artilleryman。
  You　may　abuse　me　as　much　as　you　like；　and　I'll　not　complain；　for　I
  don't　know　what　I　should　do　without　your　letters。　They　are　curing
  me。　I　haven't　hurled　anything　at　Watkins　since　last　Sunday；　partly
  because　I　have　grown　more　amiable　under　your　teaching；　and　partly
  because　Watkins　captured　my　ammunition　one　night；　and　carried　it
  off　to　the　library。　He　is　rapidly　losing　the　habit　he　had　acquired
  of　dodging　whenever　I　rub　my　ear；　or　make　any　slight　motion　with　my
  right　arm。　He　is　still　suggestive　of　the　wine…cellar；　however。　You
  may　break；　you　may　shatter　Watkins；　if　you　will；　but　the　scent　of
  the　Roederer　will　hang　round　him　still。
  Ned；　that　Miss　Daw　must　be　a　charming　person。　I　should　certainly
  like　her。　I　like　her　already。　When　you　spoke　in　your　first　letter
  of　seeing　a　young　girl　swinging　in　a　hammock　under　your　chamber
  window；　I　was　somehow　strangely　drawn　to　her。　I　cannot　account　for
  it　in　the　least。　What　you　have　subsequently　written　of　Miss　Daw　has
  strengthened　the　impression。　You　seem　to　be　describing　a　woman　I
  have　known　in　some　previous　state　of　existence；　or　dreamed　of　in
  this。　Upon　my　word；　if　you　were　to　send　me　her　photograph；　I
  believe　I　should　recognize　her　at　a　glance。　Her　manner；　that
  listening　attitude；　her　traits　of　character；　as　you　indicate　them；
  the　light　hair　and　the　dark　eyesthey　are　all　familiar　things　to
  me。　Asked　a　lot　of　questions；　did　she？　Curious　about　me？　That　is
  strange。
  You　would　laugh　in　your　sleeve；　you　wretched　old　cynic；　if　you　knew
  how　I　lie　awake　nights；　with　my　gas　turned　down　to　a　star；　thinking
  of　The　Pines　and　the　house　across　the　road。　How　cool　it　must　be
  down　there！　I　long　for　the　salt　smell　in　the　air。　I　picture　the
  colonel　smoking　his　cheroot　on　the　piazza。　I　send　you　and　Miss　Daw
  off　on　afternoon　rambles　along　the　beach。　Sometimes　I　let　you
  stroll　with　her　under　the　elms　in　the　moonlight；　for　you　are　great
  friends　by　this　time；　I　take　it；　and　see　each　other　every　day。　I
  know　your　ways　and　your　manners！　Then　I　fall　into　a　truculent
  mood；　and　would　like　to　destroy　somebody。　Have　you　noticed　anything
  in　the　shape　of　a　lover　hanging　around　the　colonel　Lares　and
  Penates？　Does　that　lieutenant　of　the　horse…marines　or　that　young
  Stillwater　parson　visit　the　house　much？　Not　that　I　am　pining　for
  news　of　them；　but　any　gossip　of　the　kind　would　be　in　order。　I
  wonder；　Ned；　you　don't　fall　in　love　with　Miss　Daw。　I　am　ripe　to　do
  it　myself。　Speaking　of　photographs；　couldn't　you　manage　to　slip
  one　of　her　cartes…de…visite　from　her　albumshe　must　have　an　album；
  you　knowand　send　it　to　me？　I　will　return　it　before　it　could　be
  missed。　That's　a　good　fellow！　Did　the　mare　arrive　safe　and　sound？
  It　will　be　a　capital　animal　this　autumn　for　Central　Park。
  Ohmy　leg？　I　forgot　about　my　leg。　It's　better。
  VII。
  EDWARD　DELANEY　TO　JOHN　FLEMMIMG。
  August　20；　1872。
  You　are　correct　in　your　surmises。　I　am　on　the　most　friendly　terms
  with　our　neighbors。　The　colonel　and　my　father　smoke　their　afternoon
  cigar　together　in　our　sitting…room　or　on　the　piazza　opposite；　and　I
  pass　an　hour　or　two　of　the　day　or　the　evening　with　the　daughter。　I
  am　more　and　more　struck　by　the　beauty；　modesty；　and　intelligence　of
  Miss　Daw。
  You　asked　me　why　I　do　not　fall　in　love　with　her。　I　will　be　frank；
  Jack；　I　have　thought　of　that。　She　is　young；　rich；　accomplished；
  uniting　in　herself　more　attractions；　mental　and　personal；　than　I
  can　recall　in　any　girl　of　my　acquaintance；　but　she　lacks　the
  something　that　would　be　necessary　to　inspire　in　me　that　kind　of
  interest。　Possessing　this　unknown　quality；　a　woman　neither
  beautiful　nor　wealthy　nor　very　young　could　bring　me　to　her　feet。
  But　not　Miss　Daw。　If　we　were　shipwrecked　together　on　an　uninhabited
  islandlet　me　suggest　a　tropical　island；　for　it　costs　no　more　to
  be　picturesqueI　would　build　her　a　bamboo　hut；　I　would　fetch　her
  bread…fruit　and　cocoanuts；　I　would　fry　yams　for　her；　I　would　lure
  the　ingenuous　turtle　and　make　her　nourishing　soups；　but　I　wouldn't
  make　love　to　hernot　under　eighteen　months。　I　would　like　to　have
  her　for　a　sister；　that　I　might　shield　her　and　counsel　her；　and
  spend　half　my　income　on　old　threadlace　and　camel's…hair　shawls。　（We
  are　off　the　island　now。）　If　such　were　not　my　feeling；　there　would
  still　be　an　obstacle　to　my　loving　Miss　Daw。　A　greater　misfortune
  could　scarcely　befall　me　than　to　love　her。　Flemming；　I　am　about　to
  make　a　revelation　that　will　astonish　you。　I　may　be　all　wrong　in　my
  premises　and　consequently　in　my　conclusions；　but　you　shall　judge。
  That　night　when　I　returned　to　my　room　after　the　croquet　party　at
  the　Daw's；　and　was　thinking　over　the　trivial　events　of　the　evening；
  I　was　suddenly　impressed　by　the　air　of　eager　attention　with　which
  Miss　Daw　had　followed　my　account　of　your　accident。　I　think　I
  mentioned　this　to　you。　Well；　the　next　morning；　as　I　went　to　mail　my
  letter；　I　overtook　Miss　Daw　on　the　road　to　Rye；　where　the　post…
  office　is；　and　accompanied　her　thither　and　back；　an　hour's　walk。
  The　conversation　again　turned　to　you；　and　again　I　remarked　that
  inexplicable　look　of　interest　which　had　lighted　up　her　face　the
  previous　evening。　Since　then；　I　have　seen　Miss　Daw　perhaps　ten
  times；　perhaps　oftener；　and　on　each　occasion　I　found　that　when　I
  was　not　speaking　of　you；　or　your　sister；　or　some　person　or　place
  associated　with　you；　I　was　not　holding　her　attention。　She　would　be
  absent…minded；　her　eyes　would　wander　away　from　me　to　the　sea；　or　to
  some　distant　object　in　the　landscape；　her　fingers　would　play　with
  the　leaves　of　a　book　in　a　way　that　convinced　me　she　was　not
  listening。　At　these　moments　if　I　abruptly　changed　the　themeI　did
  it　several　times　as　an　experimentand　dropped　some　remark　about　my
  friend　Flemming；　then　the　sombre　blue　eyes　would　come　back　to　me
  instantly。
  Now；　is　not　this　the　oddest　thing　in　the　world？　No；　not　the　oddest。
  The　effect　which　you　tell　me　was　produced　on　you　by　my　casual
  mention　of　an　unknown　girl　swinging　in　a　hammock　is　certainly　as
  strange。　You　can　conjecture　how　that　passage　in　your　letter　of
  Friday　startled　me。　Is　it　possible；　than；　that　two　people　who　have
  never　met；　and　who　are　hundreds　of　miles　apart；　can　exert　a
  magnetic　influence　on　each　other？　I　have　read　of　such　psychological
  phenomena；　but　never　credited　them。　I　leave　the　solution　of　the
  problem　to　you。　As　for　myself；　all　other　things　being　favorable；　it
  would　be　impossible　for　me　to　fall　in　love　with　a　woman　who　listens
  to　me　only　when　I　am　talking　of　my　friend！
  I　am　not　aware　that　any　one　is　paying　marked　attention　to　my　fair
  neighbor。　The　lieutenant　of　the　navyhe　is　stationed　at　Rivermouth
  sometimes　drops　in　of　an　evening；　and　sometimes　the　rector　from
  Stillwater；　the　lieutenant　the　oftener。　He　was　there　last　night。　I
  should　not　be　surprised　if　he　had　an　eye　to　the　heiress；　but　he　is
  not　formidable。　Mistress　Daw　carries　a　neat　little　spear　of　irony；
  and　the　honest　lieutenant　seems　to　have　a　particular　facility　for
  impaling　himself　on　the　point　of　it。　He　is　not　dangerous；　I　should
  say；　though　I　have　known　a　woman　to　satirize　a　man　for　years；　and
  marry　him　after　all。　Decidedly；　the　lowly　rector　is　not　dangerous；
  yet；　again；　who　has　not　seen　Cloth　of　Frieze　victorious　in　the
  lists　where　Cloth　of　Gold　went　down？
  As　to　the　photograph。　There　is　an　exquisite　ivory…type　of　Marjorie；
  in　passe…partout；　on　the　drawing　room　mantel…piece。　It　would　be
  missed　at　once　if　taken。　I　would　do　anything　reasonable　for　you；
  Jack；　but　I've　no　burning　desire　to　be　hauled　up　before　the　local
  justice　of　the　peace；　on　a　charge　of　petty　larceny。
  P。S。Enclosed　is　a　spray　of　mignonette；　which　I　advise　you　to
  treat　tenderly。　Yes；　we　talked　of　you　again　last　night；　as　usual。
  It　is　becoming　a　little　dreary　for　me。
  VIII。
  EDWARD　DELANEY　TO　JOHN　FLEMMING。
  August　22；　1872。
  Your　letter　in　reply　to　my　last　has　occupied　my　thoughts　all　the
  morning。　I　do　not　know　what　to　think。　Do　you　mean　to　say　that　you
  are　seriously　half　in　love　with　a　woman　whom　you　have　never　seen
  with　a　shadow；　a　chimera？　for　what　else　can　Miss　Daw　to　be　you？　I
  do　not　understand　it　at　all。　I　understand　neither　you　nor　her。　You
  are　a　couple　of　ethereal　beings　moving　in　finer　air　than　I　can
  breathe　with　my　commonplace　lungs。　Such　delicacy　of　sentiment　is
  something　that　I　admire　without　comprehending。　I　am　bewildered。　I
  am　of　the　earth　earthy；　and　I　find　myself　in　the　incongruous
  position　of　having　to　do　with　mere　souls；　with　natures　so　finely
  tempered　that　I　run　some　risk　of　shattering　them　in　my　awkwardness。
  I　am　as　Caliban　among　the　spirits！
  Reflecting　on　your　letter；　I　am　not　sure　that　it　is　wise　in　me　to
  continue　this　correspondence。　But　no；　Jack；　I　do　wrong　to　doubt　the
  good　sense　that　forms　the　basis　of　your　character。　You　are　deeply
  interested　in　Miss　Daw；　you