iarly domestic character, and is
devoted to private life."

"You are fortunate in such a friend."

"Well, I am glad to be fortunate in something," said Colonel Albert.

"And are you not fortunate in everything?"

"I have not that reputation; but I shall be more than fortunate if I
have your kind wishes."

"Those you have," said Myra, rather eagerly. "My brother taught me, even
as a child, to wish nothing but good for you. I wish I knew only what I
was to wish for."

"Wish that my plans may succeed," said Colonel Albert, looking round to
her with interest.

"I will more than wish," said Myra; "I will believe that they will
succeed, because I think you have resolved to succeed."

"I shall tell Endymion when I see him," said Colonel Albert, "that his
sister is the only person who has read my character."

CHAPTER XXXVI

Colonel Albert and Baron Sergius drove up in their landau from Hainault
while Endymion was at the door in Warwick Street, returning home. The
colonel saluted him cordially, and said, "The baron is going to take
a cup of coffee with me; join us." So they went upstairs. There was
a packet on the table, which seemed to catch the colonel's eye
immediately, and he at once opened it with eagerness. It contained many
foreign newspapers. Without waiting for the servant who was about to
bring candles, the colonel lighted a taper on the table with a lucifer,
and then withdrew into the adjoining chamber, opening, however, with
folding doors to the principal and spacious apartment.

"A foreign newspaper always interests our friend," said the baron,
taking his coffee.

"Well, it must always be interesting to have news from home, I suppose,"
said Endymion.

"Home!" said the baron. "News is always interesting, whether it come
from home or not."

"To public men," said Endymion.

"To all men if they be wise," said the baron; "as a general rule, the
most successful man in life is the man who has the best information."

"But what a rare thing is success in life!" said Endymion. "I often
wonder whether I shall ever be able to step out of the crowd."

"You may have success in life without stepping out of the crowd," said
the baron.

"A sort of success," said Endymion; "I know what you mean. But what I
mean is real success in life. I mean, I should like to be a public man."

"Why?" asked the baron.

"Well, I should like to have power," said Endymion, blushing.

"The most powerful men are not public