"Mr. Coverdale!--Mr. Coverdale!" said he, repeating my name twice, in

order to make up for the hesitating and ineffectual way in which he

uttered it. "I ask your pardon, sir, but I hear you are going to

Blithedale tomorrow."

I knew the pale, elderly face, with the red-tipt nose, and the patch

over one eye; and likewise saw something characteristic in the old

fellow's way of standing under the arch of a gate, only revealing

enough of himself to make me recognize him as an acquaintance. He was

a very shy personage, this Mr. Moodie; and the trait was the more

singular, as his mode of getting his bread necessarily brought him into

the stir and hubbub of the world more than the generality of men.

"Yes, Mr. Moodie," I answered, wondering what interest he could take in

the fact, "it is my intention to go to Blithedale to-morrow. Can I be

of any service to you before my departure?"

"If you pleased, Mr. Coverdale," said he, "you might do me a very great

favor."

"A very great one?" repeated I, in a tone that must have expressed but

little alacrity of beneficence, although I was ready to do the old man

any amount of kindness involving no special trouble to myself. "A very

great favor, do you say? My time is brief, Mr. Moodie, and I have a

good many preparations to make. But be good enough to tell me what you

wish."

"Ah, sir," replied Old Moodie, "I don't quite like to do that; and, on

further thoughts, Mr. Coverdale, perhaps I had better apply to some

older gentleman, or to some lady, if you would have the kindness to

make me known to one, who may happen to be going to Blithedale. You are

a young man, sir!"

"Does that fact lessen my availability for your purpose?" asked I.

"However, if an older man will suit you better, there is Mr.

Hollingsworth, who has three or four years the advantage of me in age,

and is a much more solid character, and a philanthropist to boot. I am

only a poet, and, so the critics tell me, no great affair at that! But

what can this business be, Mr. Moodie? It begins to interest me;

especially since your hint that a lady's influence might be found

desirable. Come, I am really anxious to be of service to you."

But the old fellow, in his civil and demure manner, was both freakish

and obstinate; and he had now taken some notion or other into his head

that made him hesitate in his former design.




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