I was just pondering over the incongruity thus presented, when the servant returned with my card. "Mr. Benson wishes to know the nature of your business," said he, in a voice I was uncomfortably conscious must penetrate to the next room and awake its inmates to a knowledge of my proximity. "Let me have the card," said I; and taking it, I added to my words the simple phrase, "_On behalf of the Constable of the town_," remembering I had heard the postmaster say this position was held by his brother. "There," said I, "carry that back to your master." The servant took the card, glanced down at the words I had written, started and hastily drew back. "You had better come," said he, leading the way into the hall. I was only too glad to comply; in fact, escape from that room seemed imperative. But just as I was crossing the threshold, a sudden, quick cry, half joyful, half fearful, rose behind me, and turning, I met the eyes of a young lady peering upon me from a lifted _portière_, with an expression of mingled terror and longing that would have astonished me greatly, if it had not instantly disappeared at the first sight of my face. "Pardon me," she exclaimed, drawing back with an embarrassed movement into the room from which she had emerged. But soon recovering herself, she stepped hastily forward, and ignoring me, said to the servant at my side: "Jonas, who is this gentleman, and where are you taking him?" With a bow, Jonas replied: "He comes on business, miss, and Mr. Benson consents to see him." "But I thought my father had expressly commanded that no one was to be allowed to enter the library to-day," she exclaimed, but in a musing tone that asked for no response. And hastily as we passed down the hall, I could not escape the uneasy sense that her eager eyes were following us as we went. "Too much emotion for so small a matter, and a strange desire on the part of every one to keep Mr. Benson from being intruded upon to-day," was my mental comment. And I was scarcely surprised when upon our arrival at the library door we found it locked. However, a knock, followed by a few whispered words on the part of the servant, served to arouse the hermit within, and with a quick turn of the key, the door flew back on its hinges, and the master of the house stood before me.