Meantime a monto leave Moor urn to t life and scene y, ion in families by s, and  te excellences, and appreciated only ts as ted taste of ting-. Joo me yet about t o obtain for me; yet it became urgent t I sion of some kind. One morning, being left alone es in tured to approacable, ced as a kind of study—and I o speak, t very o frame my inquiry—for it is at all times difficult to break tures as rouble by being t to commence a dialogue.

    Looking up as I dreo ask of me?” he said.

    “Yes; I ake?”

    “I found or devised somet as you seemed boters ly become attaco you, and your society gave t inexpedient to break in on your mutual comfort till ture from Marsh End should render yours necessary.”

    “And three days now?” I said.

    “Yes; and o t Morton:  up.”

    I ed a fes, expecting  first broac o ered anotrain of reflection: ed abstraction from me and my business. I o recall o a ty one of close and anxious interest to me.

    “ is t you  y of securing it.”

    “O is in employment o accept.”

    ance to continue. I greient: a restless movement or ting glance fastened on o ually as words could rouble.

    “You need be in no o  me frankly tell you, I able to suggest. Before I explain, recall, if you please, my notice, clearly given, t if I  must be as t, rimony remaining to me crees and . I am obscure: Rivers is an old name; but of ts of t’s crust among strangers, and tive country—not only for life, but in deato deem, , and aspires but a