I went
to my rooms and had taken down a volume of Carlyle, who can generally
command my attention, when there came a knock at the door.
"Come in," I replied, with an instinctive sense of prophecy.
This was fulfilled at once by the appearance of the Celebrity. He was
attired--for the details of his dress forced themselves upon me vividly
--in a rough-spun suit of knickerbockers, a colored-shirt having a large
and prominent gold stud, red and brown stockings of a diamond pattern,
and heavy walking-boots. And he entered with an air of assurance that
was maddening.
"My dear Crocker," he exclaimed, "you have no idea how delighted I am to
see you here!"
I rose, first placing a book-mark in Carlyle, and assured him that I was
surprised to see him here.
"Surprised to see me!" he returned, far from being damped by my manner.
"In fact, I am a little surprised to see myself here."
He sank back on the window-seat and clasped his hands behind his head.
"But first let me thank you for respecting my incognito," he said.
I tried hard to keep my temper, marvelling at the ready way he had chosen
to turn my action.
"And now," he continued, "I suppose you want to know why I came out
here." He easily supplied the lack of cordial solicitation on my part.
"Yes, I should like to know," I said.
Thus having aroused my curiosity, he took his time about appeasing it,
after the custom of his kind.
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