“Happy greetings, dear friends! Can you arrange without inconvenience to yourselves for me to call, and will you allow me that pleasure? Do not hesitate to decline if you feel so disposed. I will understand. “L.” There was no other signature, but we knew the hand. Thank God! He was alive and well! We took the note to Mrs. Harris. Of course we would see him if we could make a way. After a little consultation it was arranged that we receive him in the little parlor upstairs. We addressed an envelope to ourselves, put a blank sheet of paper in it, sealed it, and enclosed it in a note to the captain. The latter we did not know how to address; we were merely to give it to his messenger, who was waiting. We wrote: “Delighted. Come to side entrance at half-past eight; present enclosed and you will be shown up. “N. & M.” At half-past eight we were waiting in Mrs. Harris’s private parlor--there were several ladies there beside ourselves. Of all nights, why couldn’t they keep away this night?--when Mrs. Harris’s maid brought up the envelope we had addressed to ourselves. “Show him up,” we said. Why in the world wouldn’t those other women go? And would there be any callers in the private parlor to-night? “Dr. Moreau!” announced Mrs. Harris’s maid. Into the room walked the “Professor,” green goggles and all. Who in the world was _he_ coming to see? What was he doing here any way? And on this night of all nights when we were looking for Captain Locke and wishing for as few witnesses as possible! Through the open door behind the “Professor,” we caught a glimpse of Mrs. Bonds out in the hall, following him with curious eyes. If we could only slip down-stairs and keep the captain from coming up to-night! And why didn’t the girl bring the captain in? Milicent was rising to go out into the hall, when the “Professor,” having glanced around the room, approached us. “I was invited to call on some ladies here this evening? Am I in the wrong room?” said a perfectly strange voice, the voice you would expect to hear from a fossil. We looked up in confusion. If we could only get him out of the way before the captain entered! He waited while we pondered how to answer. “What ladies do you wish to see?” I asked. “Well, this _is_ good! Little madam, may I take this seat beside you?” He dropped into the chair between us and we caught for an instant his old merry laugh, “nipped in the bud,” it is true, for we gave him a warning glance. Mrs. Harris was considerate and tactful, and we not only had our corner to ourselves, but attention and observation diverted from us as much as possible. We were much amused at Captain Locke’s “make-up,” and he was evidently very proud of it.