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Mr. Ferdinand, a moment later in the servants' hall, "you are a man of the world, I believe." Gustavus roused himself on his what-not. "I am, Mr. Ferdinand," he replied, in a pale and exhausted manner. "Then tell me, Gustavus, have you ever lived in service with a gentleman who was partial to a bradawl--of a night, you understand?" "No, never, Mr. Ferdinand. The nearest to it ever I got was the Bishop of Clapham." "Explain yourself, Gustavus, I beg." "He used to ask for a nip sometimes before retiring, Mr. Ferdinand." "A nip, Gustavus?" "Warm water, with a slice of toast in it. But he was only what they call a suburban bishop, Mr. Ferdinand." "Ah! a nip is hardly on all fours with a bradawl, Gustavus." "P'r'aps not, Mr. Ferdinand, but it's the nearest ever I got to it." Mr. Ferdinand said no more, but when he retired to rest that night he double-locked his door, and dreamt of bradawls till he woke, unrefreshed, the next morning to find the area full of telegrams. Meanwhile the Prophet was conscientiously fulfilling his promise and keeping the oath he had pledged his honour over, although he had to work under a grave disadvantage in the total loss of his planisphere, or star-map. He entered the butler's pantry precisely on the stroke of eleven, and found it, to his great relief, untenanted. The dwarf was no longer at the telescope, and the silence in the region dedicated to Mrs. Merillia's menials was profound. The night, too, was clear and starry, propitious for prophetic labours, and as the Prophet gazed out upon the deserted square through the open window a strange peace descended upon his fevered soul. Nature, with all her shining mysteries, her distant reticences and revelations, calmed the turmoil within him. He looked upon the area railings and upon the sky, and smiled. Then he looked for the star-map. He perceived in a very prominent position upon a silver salver, the bradawl laid out, according to order, by the obedient Mr. Ferdinand. He perceived also the open pot of "Butler's Own Special Pomade," but the planisphere had been removed from it. Where could it have been bestowed? The Prophet instituted a careful search. He explored cupboards, drawers--such at least as were unlocked--in vain. He glanced into a silver teapot reposing on a shelf, between the pages of an almanac hanging on the wall, among some back numbers of the _Butler's Gazette_, which were lying in a corner. But the
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