hearty way. “I sent my telegram first thing, and I've had the answer at my club. The rooms are vacant, and I'll see that Jane Braithwaite has all ready for you by to-morrow night.”      

       I thanked him from my heart. “You seem in a hurry!” I added, as I followed him up the stairs.     

       “I am,” said he. “It's a near thing for the train. I've just time to stick in my things.”      

       “Then I'll stick in mine,” said I impulsively, “and I'll come with you, and doss down in any corner for the night.”      

       He stopped and turned on the stairs.     

       “You mustn't do that,” said he; “they won't have anything ready. I'm going to make it my privilege to see that everything is as cosey as possible when you arrive. I simply can't allow you to come to-day, Mr. Cole!” He smiled, but I saw that he was in earnest, and of course I gave in.     

       “All right,” said I; “then I must content myself with seeing you off at the station.”      

       To my surprise his smile faded, and a flush of undisguised annoyance made       him, if anything, better-looking than ever. It brought out a certain strength of mouth and jaw which I had not observed there hitherto. It gave him an ugliness of expression which only emphasized his perfection of feature.     

       “You mustn't do that either,” said he, shortly. “I have an appointment at the station. I shall be talking business all the time.”      

       He was gone to his room, and I went to mine feeling duly snubbed; yet I deserved it; for I had exhibited a characteristic (though not chronic)       want of taste, of which I am sometimes guilty to this day. Not to show ill-feeling on the head of it, I nevertheless followed him down again in four or five minutes. And I was rewarded by his brightest smile as he grasped my hand.     

       “Come to-morrow by the same train,” said he, naming station, line, and hour; “unless I telegraph, all will be ready and you shall be met. You may rely on reasonable charges. As to the fishing, go up-stream—to the right when you strike the beck—and you'll find a good pool or two. I may have to go to Lancaster the day after to-morrow, but I shall give you a call when I get back.”      

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