Nevertheless Henry continued to believe in the excellence of his book, and he determined that, in duty to himself, his mother and aunt, and the cause of wholesome fiction, he must try to get it published. From that moment he began to be worried, for he had scarcely a notion how sagaciously to set about the business. He felt like a bachelor of pronounced views who has been given a baby to hold. He knew no one in the realms of literature, and no one who knew anyone. Sir George, warily sounded, appeared to be unaware that such a thing as fiction existed. Not a soul at the Polytechnic enjoyed the acquaintance of either an author or a publisher, though various souls had theories about these classes of persons. Then one day a new edition of the works of Carlyle burst on the world, and Henry bought the first volume, _Sartor Resartus_, a book which he much admired, and which he had learnt from his father to call simply and familiarly--_Sartor_. The edition, though inexpensive, had a great air of dignity. It met, in short, with Henry's approval, and he suddenly decided to give the publishers of it the opportunity of publishing _Love in Babylon_. The deed was done in a moment. He wrote a letter explaining the motives which had led him to write _Love in Babylon_, and remarked that, if the publishers cared for the story, mutually satisfactory terms might be arranged later; and Aunt Annie did _Love in Babylon_ up in a neat parcel. Henry was in the very act of taking the parcel to the post, on his way to town, when Aunt Annie exclaimed: 'Of course you'll register it?' He had not thought of doing so, but the advisability of such a step at once appealed to him. 'Perhaps I'd better,' he said. 'But that only means two pounds if it's lost, doesn't it?' Mrs. Knight inquired. Henry nodded and pondered. 'Perhaps I'd better insure it,' he suggested. 'If I were you, I should insure it for a hundred pounds,' said Aunt Annie positively. 'But that will cost one and a penny,' said Henry, who had all such details by heart. 'I could insure it for twenty pounds for fivepence.' 'Well, say twenty pounds then,' Aunt Annie agreed, relenting.