"Well, what luck?" asked Welty Morne, as soon as a bottle had been uncorked, and he held a glass of its contents before his admiring eyes. "Aye, what luck?" chimed in Bate Yenger. "Bully good luck," said the ghost, like an owl. "All right with the old man, I suppose?" said Welty, swallowing down his glassful. "All right--the old duffer," said Monroe, draining his glass. "How about the girl?" they asked. "She fell right into my arms, and accepted," responded the ghost, seemingly without the glint of a frown. "Whew! Quick work, old boy; quick work! When is it to come off?" asked Welty, speaking loudly. "Sometime in the future," answered Monroe, mysteriously. "Drink! and the devil have done for the rest!" shouted Welty, and he imbibed another glass as an additional stimulant to his joy. "Bully good people, boys; bully good people," said Monroe, pulling another cork. "How soon you going to drop the pole set up to impale Winthrope?" asked Welty, unrestrained now in his enthusiasm, which he gave vent to occasionally, by whistling and humming a doggerel, alternately. "The dog," growled Monroe, changing his tone. "Not yet, boys; not yet. It goes up as if nothing had happened." "When will you transfix him?" asked Welty. "I am going to New York tomorrow to complete plans," said the invincible ghost. "Up goes the flag of destruction!" shouted Welty, with Bate repeating the words after him, both raising glasses and emptying them. Thus they talked and thus they drank, till the potent power of wine laid them low in a delirious sense of delirium in Monroe's downy bed. After Monroe had left the Jarney home, Edith and Star ascended to the former's chamber for that rest which night should bring to the pure in heart. Divesting themselves of their day clothing, they invested themselves in their night robes, and laid down together, side by side, in the bed where Edith had lain so long as an invalid. When the lights were out and the coverlets were drawn up over them, Edith heaved a sigh, like one does who lies down in exhaustion to find that peace that darkness and a soft bed fetches on. Star fell asleep directly, and lay in that peaceful calm which comes to one in good health and having no intangible fancies in the mind.