he can hear my watch ticking in my pocket, when I am in the
next room, might undoubtedly tell many secrets, if so disposed. Number
Five is pretty nearly omniscient, and she and I are on the best terms
with each other. These are all the hints I shall give you at present.

The Teacups of whom the least has been heard at our table are the Tutor
and the Musician. The Tutor is a modest young man, kept down a little, I
think, by the presence of older persons, like the Professor and myself.
I have met him several times, of late, walking with different lady
Teacups: once with the American Annex; twice with the English Annex;
once with the two Annexes together; once with Number Five.

I have mentioned the fact that the Tutor is a poet as among his claims
to our attention. I must add that I do not think any the worse of him
for expressing his emotions and experiences in verse. For though rhyming
is often a bad sign in a young man, especially if he is already out of
his teens, there are those to whom it is as natural, one might almost
say as necessary, as it is to a young bird to fly. One does not care
to see barnyard fowls tumbling about in trying to use their wings. They
have a pair of good, stout drumsticks, and had better keep to them, for
the most part. But that feeling does not apply to young eagles, or even
to young swallows and sparrows. The Tutor is by no means one of those
ignorant, silly, conceited phrase-tinklers, who live on the music of
their own jingling syllables and the flattery of their foolish
friends. I think Number Five must appreciate him. He is sincere,
warmhearted,--his poetry shows that,--not in haste to be famous, and he
looks to me as if he only wanted love to steady him. With one of those
two young girls he ought certainly to be captivated, if he is not
already. Twice walking with the English Annex, I met him, and they were
so deeply absorbed in conversation they hardly noticed me. He has been
talking over the matter with Number Five, who is just the kind of person
for a confidante.

"I know I feel very lonely," he was saying, "and I only wish I felt sure
that I could make another person happy. My life would be transfigured if
I could find such a one, whom I could love well enough to give my life
to her,--for her, if that were needful, and who felt an affinity for me,
if any one could."

"And why not your English maiden?" said Number Five.

"What makes you think I care more for her than for her Amer