some room for fancy, and even for conjecture. Let the author seem
occasionally to consult with his companion, gracefully to defer to his
judgment. Bare statement, the parade of indisputable evidence, is well
enough in law, but appears ungentle in a work of fiction.

How just is this mild censure! how gladly are its demands conceded!
Let dogmatism retire, and blossom, flowers of fancy, on your yielding
stems! Henceforward the reader is our confidential counsellor. We
will pretend that our means of information are no better than other
writers'. We will uniformly revel in speculation, and dally with
imaginative delights; and only when hard pressed for the true path
will we snatch off the veil, and let forth for a moment a redeeming
ray.

In this generous mood, we pass through the partition between No. 27
and No. 29. In the matter of bedchambers--even hotelbedchambers--there
can be great diversity. That we were in just now was close and
unwholesome, and wore an air of feverishness and disorder. Here, on
the contrary, the air is fresh and brisk, for the breeze from Boston
harbor--slightly flavored, it is true, by its journey across the
northern part of the city--has been blowing into the room all night
long. Here are some trunks and carpet-bags, well bepasted with the
names of foreign towns and countries, famous and infamous. One of the
trunks is a bathing-tub, fitted with a cover--an agreeable promise of
refreshment amidst the dust and weariness of travel. A Russia-leather
travelling-bag lies open on the table, disgorging an abundant armament
of brushes and combs and various toilet niceties. Mr. Helwyse must be
a dandy.

Cheek by jowl with the haversack lies a cylindrical case of the same
kind of leather, with a strap attached, to sling over the shoulder.
This, perhaps, contains a telescope. It would not be worth mentioning,
save that our prophetic vision sees it coming into use by and by. Not
to analyze too closely, everything in this room speaks of life,
health, and movement. In spite of smallness, bareness, and angularity,
it is fit for a May morning to enter, and expand to full-grown day.

It is now about half past four, and the crisp new sunshine, just above
ground, has clambered over the window-sill, taken a flying leap across
the narrow floor, and is chuckling full in the agreeable face asleep
upon the pillow. The face, feeling the warmth, and conscious, through
its closed eyelids, of the light, presently stretc