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Yours
sincerely
John
Carrington
.
The
signature
of
'
Boffles
'
had
evidently
been
deemed
out
of
place
this
time
and
somehow
I
was
foolishly
vexed
at
its
omission
.
There
seemed
to
be
something
formal
and
stiff
in
the
letter
,
almost
as
if
it
had
been
written
to
dictation
,
and
under
pressure
.
What
gave
me
this
idea
I
know
not
.
I
glanced
furtively
at
my
silent
companion
--
he
caught
my
stray
look
and
returned
it
with
a
curiously
grave
fixity
.
Fearing
lest
my
momentary
vague
distrust
of
him
had
been
reflected
in
my
eyes
I
made
haste
to
speak
--
"
This
letter
,
prince
,
adds
to
my
shame
and
regret
that
I
should
have
greeted
you
in
so
churlish
a
manner
this
evening
.
No
apology
can
condone
my
rudeness
--
but
you
can
not
imagine
how
mortified
I
felt
and
still
feel
,
to
be
compelled
to
receive
you
in
this
miserable
den
--
it
is
not
at
all
the
sort
of
place
in
which
I
should
have
liked
to
welcome
you
...
.
"
And
I
broke
off
with
a
renewed
sense
of
irritation
,
remembering
how
actually
rich
I
now
was
,
and
that
in
spite
of
this
,
I
was
obliged
to
seem
poor
.
Meanwhile
the
prince
waived
aside
my
remarks
with
a
light
gesture
of
his
hand
.
"
Why
be
mortified
?
"
he
demanded
.
"
Rather
be
proud
that
you
can
dispense
with
the
vulgar
appurtenances
of
luxury
.
Genius
thrives
in
a
garret
and
dies
in
a
palace
--
is
not
that
the
generally
accepted
theory
?
"
"
Rather
a
worn-out
and
mistaken
one
I
consider
,
"
--
I
replied
;
"
Genius
might
like
to
try
the
effect
of
a
palace
for
once
--
it
usually
dies
of
starvation
.
"
"
True
!
--
but
in
thus
dying
,
think
how
many
fools
it
afterwards
fattens
!
There
is
an
all-wise
Providence
in
this
,
my
dear
sir
!
Schubert
perished
of
want
--
but
see
what
large
profits
all
the
music-publishers
have
made
since
out
of
his
compositions
!
It
is
a
most
beautiful
dispensation
of
nature
--
that
honest
folk
should
be
sacrificed
in
order
to
provide
for
the
sustenance
of
knaves
!
"
He
laughed
,
and
I
looked
at
him
in
a
little
surprise
.
His
remark
touched
so
near
my
own
opinions
that
I
wondered
whether
he
were
in
jest
or
earnest
.
"
You
speak
sarcastically
of
course
?
"
I
said
--
"
You
do
not
really
believe
what
you
say
?
"
"
Oh
,
do
I
not
!
"
he
returned
,
with
a
flash
of
his
fine
eyes
that
was
almost
lightning-like
in
its
intensity
--
"
If
I
could
not
believe
the
teaching
of
my
own
experience
,
what
would
be
left
to
me
?
I
always
realize
the
'
needs
must
'
of
things
--
how
does
the
old
maxim
go
--
'
needs
must
when
the
devil
drives
.
'
There
is
really
no
possible
contradiction
to
offer
to
the
accuracy
of
that
statement
.
The
devil
drives
the
world
,
whip
in
hand
--
and
oddly
enough
,
(
considering
that
some
belated
folk
still
fancy
there
is
a
God
somewhere
)
succeeds
in
managing
his
team
with
extraordinary
ease
!
"
His
brow
clouded
and
the
bitter
lines
about
his
mouth
deepened
and
hardened
--
anon
he
laughed
again
lightly
and
continued
--
"
But
let
us
not
moralize
--
morals
sicken
the
soul
both
in
church
and
out
of
it
--
every
sensible
man
hates
to
be
told
what
he
could
be
and
what
he
wo
n't
be
.
