With a change of linen from my bag, which had fortunately kept its

contents dry, the yellow trousers, and a wonderful dressing-gown, made

of some blue stuff embroidered with gold and lined throughout with

crimson satin, I made a truly gorgeous appearance. But it struck me

that it would be rather startling to a beholder were I to appear

barefooted in such raiment, for my shoes and stockings were as wet as

the rest of my clothes. I had not finished dressing before the little

man knocked again, this time with some gray socks and a pair of

embroidered slippers.

"These'll fit you, I think," said he, "for I'll lay you ten shillings

that I'm as big in the feet as you are."

I would have been glad to gaze at myself in a full-length mirror, but

there was no opportunity for the indulgence of such vanity; and before

leaving the room I sat down for a moment to give a few thoughts to

the situation. My mind first reverted to the soaked condition of my

garments and the difficulty of getting them dry enough for me to put

them on and continue my journey. Then I found that I had dropped the

subject and was thinking of the slender girl, wondering if she had

really hurt herself very much, congratulating myself that I had been

fortunate enough to be on hand to help her in her need, and

considering what a plight she would have been in if she had been

caught in that terrible rain and utterly unable to get herself to

shelter.

Suddenly I stopped short in my thinking, and going to my bag I took

from it the little box of quinine capsules which had been given to me

by the doctor's daughter, and promptly proceeded to swallow one of

them.

"It may be of service to me," I said to myself.

When I made my appearance in the hallway I met the little man, who

immediately burst into a roar of laughter.

"Lord, sir!" said he. "You must excuse me, but you look like a king on

a lark! Walk into the parlor, sir, and sit down and make yourself

comfortable. She's hurrying up supper to give you something warm after

your wettin'. Would you like a little nip of whiskey, sir, to keep

the damp out?"

I declined the whiskey, and seated myself in the neatly-furnished

parlor. It was wonderful, I thought, to fall into such a hospitable

household, and then I began to ask myself whether or not it would be

the proper thing to offer to pay for my entertainment. I thought I had

quite properly divined the position in life of the little man. This

small house, so handsomely built and neatly kept, must be a lodge upon

some fine country place, and the man was probably the head gardener,

or something of the kind.




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