me a little, Walter. I am overpowered by what has happened -- I am shaken by what I have said. Let me try to be like myself again when we meet next.'

He dropped into a chair, and turning away from me, hid his face in his hands. I gently opened the door so as not to disturb him, and spoke my few parting words in low tones, which he might hear or not, as he pleased.

`I will keep the memory of tonight in my heart of hearts,' I said. `You shall never repent the trust you have reposed in me. May I come to you tomorrow? May I come as early as nine o'clock?'

`Yes, Walter,' he replied, looking up at me kindly, and speaking in English once more, as if his one anxiety now was to get back to our former relations towards each other. `Come to my little bit of breakfast before I go my ways among the pupils that I teach.'

`Good night, Pesca.'

`Good night, my friend.'