I listened intently, but could not catch any of the intonations of a dialect founded on the decimal principle.

Presently the door opened, and Dr.Etherington stood before me! The good divine regarded me long and earnestly.

Tears filled his eyes, and, stretching out both hands towards me, he asked: "Do you know me, Jack ?" "Know you, dear sir!--Why should I not ?" "And do you forgive me, dear boy ?" "For what, sir ?--I am sure, I have most reason to demand your pardon for a thousand follies." "Ah! the letter--the unkind--the inconsiderate letter!" "I have not had a letter from you, sir, in a twelvemonth; the last was anything but unkind." "Though Anna wrote, it was at my dictation." I passed a hand over my brow, and had dawnings of the truth.
"Anna ?" "Is here--in Paris--and miserable--most miserable!--on your account." Every particle of monikinity that was left in my system instantly gave way to a flood of human sensations.
"Let me fly to her, dear sir--a moment is an age!" "Not just yet, my boy.

We have much to say to each other, nor is she in this hotel.

To-morrow, when both are better prepared, you shall meet." "Add, never to separate, sir, and I will be patient as a lamb." "Never to separate, I believe it will be better to say." I hugged my venerable guardian, and found a delicious relief from a most oppressive burden of sensations, in a flow of tears, Dr.Etherington soon led me into a calmer tone of mind.