But I couldn’t go any farther. There was another speechless passage of time, during which we could only stare at each other, regardless of the white and wide-eyed spectator of the scene. Turning abruptly, I walked down the long hall toward the door of my own room. As I did so Vio said nothing, but Lydia uttered a little broken cry. "Oh, kid, _I_ don’t believe it; Harry Drinkwater doesn’t believe it either. Nobody will believe it when they’ve had a word with me." But I didn’t thank her. I didn’t so much as look back. It was only by degrees that I learned, too, what the two women said to each other when I left them alone together. I was packing in my room when Boosey brought me a letter. As letters had for so long been to me a thing of the past I took it with some curiosity, recognizing at once the hand of my friend Pelly. DEAR SOAMES,—I suppose I ought to call you Mr. Harrowby now, but it don’t somehow come natural. Soames you were to me and Soames you will be till I get used to the other thing, which I don’t think I shall. I write you these few lines to let you know that I am well and going just the same as ever, though I miss our old times together something fierce. Would like to know how you are, if you ever get time to write. Expect you are having a swell time with all the gay guys in Boston. Friends say that Boston is some sporty town when you get with the inside gang, which I don’t suppose you have any trouble in getting. Miss Smith has no one yet for your old room, which is all repapered and fine with a brand-new set of toadstools, real showy ones. Mrs. Leeming is sure some artist, and a nice old girl besides, when she doesn’t cry. Had a very nice time at Jim’s the other night; just a quart between him and Bridget and me; nothing rough-house, but all as a gentleman should. Bridget could come, as his wife was away burying an uncle at Bing Hampton. Hope you found your wife going strong as this leaves mine at present. Had a very nice letter from her the other day, and answered it on the spot telling her to be true to me and may God bring her and me together again after this long parting. Now no more from your friend, S. PELLY. Write soon.