Hiram rose early, notwithstanding the late hours of the previous night. Innis breakfasted with him and then took his departure. On going to the post office, Hiram found a letter from Mr. Burns, enclosing a full power of attorney, as he had requested. He then went to H. Bennett & Co., where he took up at least an hour of that gentleman's time, apparently quite to that gentleman's satisfaction. Thence Hiram proceeded to the office of a well-known counsellor at law, who had been recommended to him by Mr. Bennett. The day was spent in preparing certain ominous-looking documents. I am told that on the occasion Hiram exhibited a breadth and clearness of comprehension which astonished the counsellor, who could not help suggesting to the young man that he would make an excellent lawyer, which compliment Hiram received with something very like a sneer. That evening Hiram went to bed early. He slept well. His plans were perfected--his troops in order of battle, only waiting for the signal to be given. He awoke about sunrise, and rang his bell. A sleepy servant at length replied to it. 'Bring me a _Clarion_,' said Hiram. 'The papers won't be along, sir, for half an hour.' 'Well, let me have one the moment they come. Here's a quarter; bring a _Clarion_ quick, and I shall ask no change.' I record this instance of an impatient spirit in Hiram, as probably the last he ever exhibited through his whole life. What could cause it? Presently the waiter came back. The _Clarion_ was in his hand. Hiram took it eagerly, turned swiftly to the 'City Items,' and nodded with intense satisfaction as his eye rested on one paragraph. * * * * * At ten o'clock precisely, Hiram presented himself at the counting room of Elihu Joslin. Again he was forced to wait some time, and again he waited most patiently. [I ought to state that Hill, in order to keep up his credit with his employer, his bravado being sensibly cooled the following morning, had made up all sorts of stories about Mr. Burns's affairs, which, as he reported, had been pumped from Hiram, whom he professed to have left in a most dilapidated state at the hotel.] At length Mr. Joslin would see Hiram. The latter entered and sat down. 'Well, my young friend,' said the merchant, 'what do you think of New York? Equal to Burnsville, eh? Did Hill do the polite thing by you?' 'Mr. Joslin,' said Hiram, seriously, and quite in his natural manner, while he fixed his quiet but strangely searching eyes on him, 'I have an important communication to make to you?' 'Well?' 'I am not what I appear to be!' 'No? What the devil are you then?'