Existence," by Dr. Gurgoyle, President of
the Musical Banks for the Province of Sunch'ston. 8vo, 20 pp. 6d.

There were many other books whose titles would probably have attracted my
father as much as those that I have given, but he was too tired and
hungry to look at more. Finding that he could buy all the foregoing for
4s. 9d., he bought them and stuffed them into the valise that he had just
bought. His purchases in all had now amounted to a little over 1 pound,
10s. (silver), leaving him about 3 pounds (silver), including the money
for which he had sold the quails, to carry him on till Sunday afternoon.
He intended to spend say 2 pounds (silver), and keep the rest of the
money in order to give it to the British Museum.

He now began to search for an inn, and walked about the less fashionable
parts of the town till he found an unpretending tavern, which he thought
would suit him. Here, on importunity, he was given a servant's room at
the top of the house, all others being engaged by visitors who had come
for the dedication. He ordered a meal, of which he stood in great need,
and having eaten it, he retired early for the night. But he smoked a
pipe surreptitiously up the chimney before he got into bed.

Meanwhile other things were happening, of which, happily for his repose,
he was still ignorant, and which he did not learn till a few days later.
Not to depart from chronological order I will deal with them in my next
chapter.

CHAPTER VIII: YRAM, NOW MAYORESS, GIVES A DINNER-PARTY, IN THE COURSE OF
WHICH SHE IS DISQUIETED BY WHAT SHE LEARNS FROM PROFESSOR HANKY: SHE
SENDS FOR HER SON GEORGE AND QUESTIONS HIM

The Professors, returning to their hotel early on the Friday morning,
found a note from the Mayoress urging them to be her guests during the
remainder of their visit, and to meet other friends at dinner on this
same evening. They accepted, and then went to bed; for they had passed
the night under the tree in which they had hidden their purchase, and, as
may be imagined, had slept but little. They rested all day, and
transferred themselves and their belongings to the Mayor's house in time
to dress for dinner.

When they came down into the drawing-room they found a brilliant company
assembled, chiefly Musical-Bankical like themselves. There was Dr.
Downie, Professor of Logomachy, and perhaps the most subtle dialectician
in Erewhon. He could say nothing in more words than any man of his
gen