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Dear
Sir
.
I
am
the
bearer
of
a
letter
of
introduction
to
you
from
your
former
college
companion
Mr
John
Carrington
,
now
of
Melbourne
,
who
has
been
good
enough
to
thus
give
me
the
means
of
making
the
acquaintance
of
one
,
who
,
I
understand
,
is
more
than
exceptionally
endowed
with
the
gift
of
literary
genius
.
I
shall
call
upon
you
this
evening
between
eight
and
nine
o'clock
,
trusting
to
find
you
at
home
and
disengaged
.
I
enclose
my
card
,
and
present
address
,
and
beg
to
remain
,
Very
faithfully
yours
Lucio
Rimânez
.
The
card
mentioned
dropped
on
the
table
as
I
finished
reading
the
note
.
It
bore
a
small
,
exquisitely
engraved
coronet
and
the
words
Prince
Lucio
Rimanez
.
while
,
scribbled
lightly
in
pencil
underneath
was
the
address
'
Grand
Hotel
.
'
I
read
the
brief
letter
through
again
--
it
was
simple
enough
--
expressed
with
clearness
and
civility
.
There
was
nothing
remarkable
about
it
--
nothing
whatever
;
yet
it
seemed
to
me
surcharged
with
meaning
.
Why
,
I
could
not
imagine
.
A
curious
fascination
kept
my
eyes
fastened
on
the
characteristic
bold
handwriting
,
and
made
me
fancy
I
should
like
the
man
who
penned
it
.
How
the
wind
roared
!
--
and
how
that
violin
next
door
wailed
like
the
restless
spirit
of
some
forgotten
musician
in
torment
!
My
brain
swam
and
my
heart
ached
heavily
--
the
drip
drip
of
the
rain
outside
sounded
like
the
stealthy
footfall
of
some
secret
spy
upon
my
movements
.
I
grew
irritable
and
nervous
--
a
foreboding
of
evil
somehow
darkened
the
bright
consciousness
of
my
sudden
good
fortune
.
Then
an
impulse
of
shame
possessed
me
--
shame
that
this
foreign
prince
,
if
such
he
were
,
with
limitless
wealth
at
his
back
,
should
be
coming
to
visit
me
--
me
,
now
a
millionaire
--
in
my
present
wretched
lodging
.
Already
,
before
I
had
touched
my
riches
,
I
was
tainted
by
the
miserable
vulgarity
of
seeking
to
pretend
I
had
never
been
really
poor
,
but
only
embarrassed
by
a
little
temporary
difficulty
!
If
I
had
had
a
sixpence
about
me
,
(
which
I
had
not
)
I
should
have
sent
a
telegram
to
my
approaching
visitor
to
put
him
off
.
"
But
in
any
case
,
"
I
said
aloud
,
addressing
myself
to
the
empty
room
and
the
storm-echoes
--
"
I
will
not
meet
him
to-night
.
I
'll
go
out
and
leave
no
message
--
and
if
he
comes
he
will
think
I
have
not
yet
had
his
letter
.
I
can
make
an
appointment
to
see
him
when
I
am
better
lodged
,
and
dressed
more
in
keeping
with
my
present
position
--
in
the
meantime
,
nothing
is
easier
than
to
keep
out
of
this
would-be
benefactor
's
way
.
"
