chaise which he lets out for hire. That chaise comes to the end of
Rosemary Lane at an early hour to-morrow morning. I take my wife and
my niece out to show them the beauties of the neighborhood. We have a
picnic hamper with us, which marks our purpose in the public eye. You
disfigure yourself in a shawl, bonnet, and veil of Mrs. Wragge's; we
turn our backs on York; and away we drive on a pleasure trip for the
day--you and I on the front seat, Mrs. Wragge and the hamper behind.
Good again. Once on the highroad, what do we do? Drive to the first
station beyond York, northward, southward, or eastward, as may be
hereafter determined. No lawyer's clerk is waiting for you there.
You and Mrs. Wragge get out--first opening the hamper at a convenient
opportunity. Instead of containing chickens and Champagne, it contains
a carpet-bag, with the things you want for the night. You take your
tickets for a place previously determined on, and I take the chaise back
to York. Arrived once more in this house, I collect the luggage left
behind, and send for the woman downstairs. 'Ladies so charmed with such
and such a place (wrong place of course), that they have determined to
stop there. Pray accept the customary week's rent, in place of a week's
warning. Good day.' Is the clerk looking for me at the York terminus?
Not he. I take my ticket under his very nose; I follow you with the
luggage along your line of railway--and where is the trace left of your
departure? Nowhere. The fairy has vanished; and the legal authorities
are left in the lurch."

"Why do you talk of difficulties?" asked Magdalen. "The difficulties
seem to be provided for."

"All but ONE," said Captain Wragge, with an ominous emphasis on the
last word. "The Grand Difficulty of humanity from the cradle to the
grave--Money." He slowly winked his green eye; sighed with deep feeling;
and buried his insolvent hands in his unproductive pockets.

"What is the money wanted for?" inquired Magdalen.

"To pay my bills," replied the captain, with a touching simplicity.
"Pray understand! I never was--and never shall be--personally desirous
of paying a single farthing to any human creature on the habitable
globe. I am speaking in your interest, not in mine."

"My interest?"

"Certainly. You can't get safely away from York to-morrow without the
chaise. And I can't get the chaise without money. The landlady's brother
will lend it if he sees his sister's bill receipted, and if he get