By the way, I was in a state of fidget absolutely unwonted with me; and my "boy" Tom simply gaped with astonishment at the thorough turn-out I made him give my hut; and when I fetched a roll of Salampore cloth to hang around the walls so as to conceal the grass thatching I could see that he was entertaining considerable doubts as to his master's sanity. He would have entertained even graver doubts could he have witnessed a still further stage of imbecility into which I lapsed. I found myself looking in the glass--not for ordinary purposes of toilet, be it noted, and I have set out upon this narrative determined to spare none of my own weaknesses, but because I was anxious to see what sort of fellow I looked--and I don't know that I felt particularly flattered by the result; for, confound it, I was no longer in my first youth, and a face bronzed and roughened by twenty years of knocking about, struck me as nothing particularly attractive to the other sex. Yet it was only the roughness of weather and more or less hard times that had told upon it, for I had always been rather abstemious and had set my face like a flint against the wild roaring sprees that some of my friends in the same line were prone to indulge in. If I had not the "clean run" look of Falkner Sewin, my eye was every whit as clear and I had a trifle the advantage of him in height, and held myself quite as straight. No, it was absurd to try and start comparisons with Sewin, who was quite ten years younger, and had never known any hardening experiences, so I turned from the looking-glass imprecating one Godfrey Glanton as a silly ass, who had much better trek away right up-country and stay there altogether. And this idea was the first intimation that I had returned to sanity again. My guests arrived earlier than I had expected, somewhere in the middle of the afternoon to wit, and the first thing they did was to reproach me for having put myself out for them so as they called it. "I warned you there was nothing particular to see, didn't I?" I said, as I showed them the inside of the store. "But I think there is," declared Miss Sewin, gazing around at the various "notions" disposed along the shelves or hanging about from the beams. "And how tidy you keep it all. Ah--" as an idea struck her, "I believe you have had it all put ship-shape for the occasion. Confess now, Mr Glanton, haven't you?" "Well, you know, it's a sort of general holiday, so of course things are a little more ship-shape than usual," I answered. "Ah, but the fun would have been to have taken you by surprise, when you were in the thick of it. How is it there are no natives here to-day?" "They'll roll up directly for the fun this evening. I expect quite a lot of them." "Are they hard at a deal?" she went on, still gazing with interest at the trade goods. "Do they haggle much?"