managed in this way: The Mistress was to go with a bodyguard, consisting
of myself, the Professor, and Number Seven, who was good company, with
all his oddities. The young Doctor was to take the two Annexes in a
wagon, and the Tutor was to drive Number Five in a good old-fashioned
chaise drawn by a well-conducted family horse. As for the Musician, he
had gone over early, by special invitation, to take a part in certain
musical exercises which were to have a place in the exhibition. This
arrangement appeared to be in every respect satisfactory. The Doctor was
in high spirits, apparently delighted, and devoting himself with great
gallantry to his two fair companions. The only question which intruded
itself was, whether he might not have preferred the company of one to
that of two. But both looked very attractive in their best dresses: the
English Annex, the rosier and heartier of the two; the American girl,
more delicate in features, more mobile and excitable, but suggesting the
thought that she would tire out before the other. Which of these did he
most favor? It was hard to say. He seemed to look most at the English
girl, and yet he talked more with the American girl. In short, he
behaved particularly well, and neither of the young ladies could
complain that she was not attended to. As to the Tutor and Number Five,
their going together caused no special comment. Their intimacy was
accepted as an established fact, and nothing but the difference in their
ages prevented the conclusion that it was love, and not mere friendship,
which brought them together. There was, no doubt, a strong feeling among
many people that Number Five's affections were a kind of Gibraltar
or Ehrenbreitstein, say rather a high table-land in the region of
perpetual, unmelting snow. It was hard for these people to believe
that any man of mortal mould could find a foothold in that impregnable
fortress,--could climb to that height and find the flower of love among
its glaciers. The Tutor and Number Five were both quiet, thoughtful: he,
evidently captivated; she, what was the meaning of her manner to
him? Say that she seemed fond of him, as she might be were he her
nephew,--one for whom she had a special liking. If she had a warmer
feeling than this, she could hardly know how to manage it; for she was
so used to having love made to her without returning it that she would
naturally be awkward in dealing with the new experience.

The Doctor drove a livel