_LXXVIII._ _Wherein our Hero scatters Some Pages of the Indifferent Wisdom of the Ages to the even more Indifferent Gulls_ 340 _LXXIX._ _Wherein the Honourable Rupert Greppel shows Hidalgic_ 344 _LXXX._ _Which treats of the Masterfolk_ 349 _LXXXI._ _Wherein the Widow Snacheur comes into her Fortune_ 351 _LXXXII._ _Wherein Quilliam O’Flaherty Macloughlin Myre struts airily towards the Goal of Freedom_ 355 _LXXXIII._ _Which essays the High Epic Note_ 358 _LXXXIV._ _Which has to do with Blue Blood and a Jade-handled Cane_ 360 _LXXXV._ _Wherein a Man of the World commits the Indiscretion of putting his Experiences into Writing_ 363 _LXXXVI._ _Wherein our Hero, and Another, go Home_ 366 OF THE BLOSSOMING OF THE TREE OF LIFE _LXXXVII._ _Which has to do with the Binding of Books in Half-calf and the Whimsies of Calf Love_ 375 _LXXXVIII._ _Wherein it is suspected that, on Occasion, the Trumpet of Fame is not Wholly Immaculate of the Hiccup_ 381 _LXXXIX._ _Wherein Andrew Blotte draws aside the Arras that hangs Across the Unknown and joins the Company at a Larger Banquet_ 396 _XC._ _Wherein Hereditary Greatness fails to Glitter Hidalgic_ 400 _XCI._ _Wherein the Heir of the Ffolliotts falls the Victim to a Limited Badinage_ 403 _XCII._ _Wherein it is seen that the Blood of the Oldest Families may run to Inconsequence and Mere Vulgar Stains_ 407 _XCIII._ _Wherein our Hero comes into a Wide Heritage_ 411 _XCIV._ _Wherein it is suspected that the Garden of Eden was Well Lost_ 413 OF THE BUDDING OF THE TREE OF LIFE CHAPTER I _Which shows Some of the Gods in their Machinery, with but a Shadowy Hint of the Printer’s Devil_ Amidst the untidy litter of torn paper that strewed the bare plank floor there stood a large double writing-table, spread with proofs and manuscript and pamphlets; and, with his feet in the litter of the floor and his elbows in the litter of the table, sat a gaunt yellow-haired youth, solemnly writing.