There were moments when honest Jim Morris was inclined to suspect that, some time within the past few weeks, he must have died, been buried, and risen again to some new stage of existence; so wonderful to him seemed the change in his life. He had not had his satisfaction with gazing when the carriage stopped at the hotel. Ishmael paid off the hack and gave his arm to the judge, and assisted him into the house. "Ishmael," he said, as soon as they had reached a sitting room, "have you no other business in New York than to look after me?" "None whatever. I am entirely at your service." "Then we--But stop. Are you quite ready to return to Washington at any time?" "Quite ready to go at a moment's warning, if required." "Then I think we had better take the early train to-morrow morning, for you ought not to be absent from your office, especially during court term, and even I shall be better at home. We shall need to-day and to-night for rest, but we will start to-morrow. What do you think?" "I think that is altogether the best plan." As it was now about one o'clock the judge ordered luncheon. And when they had partaken of it, and the judge had drunk several glasses of rich old port, he said: "Ishmael, I did not get a wink of sleep last night, and this wine has made me drowsy. I think I will go to my chamber and lie down." Ishmael gave the judge his arm and assisted him to his bed-room, and saw him lie down, and waited until he knew him to be in a deep, refreshing sleep; and then he closed the blinds, and darkened the room, and left him to repose. In the hall he spoke to one of the waiters, and placing a quarter of an eagle in his hand, requested him to go up and remain near the judge's chamber door until he should awake. Then Ishmael sought the professor out and said to him: "Professor, this is your first visit to New York, as it is also mine. Let us make use of the little time we have to see as much as we can." Jim Morris eagerly jumped at the proposition. Ishmael sent for a carriage, and they started; the professor this time riding inside with Ishmael, as he always did when they were alone. They spent the whole afternoon in sight-seeing, and returned at sunset. The judge had not awakened, nor did he awake until roused by the ear-stunning gong that warned all the guests to prepare for dinner. He opened his eyes and stared around in bewilderment for a few seconds, and then seeing Ishmael, remembered everything. "Ah, my boy, now it is all come back to me afresh, and I have got to meet it all over again. I had been dreaming that I was at Tanglewood with my child, and she was neither married nor going to be. Now I have lost her anew," he said, with a deep sigh. "I know it, sir; but with every sleep and every awakening this impression will be fainter and fainter. You will soon be cheerful and happy again, in the anticipation of going to see her."