Yours,

CHRISTOPHER.

P. S.--'47 port A1, and two or three brands of the old aunt's
champagne exceptional, Barton says--we can sample them. Shall send
this up by express; you will get it in time for the 4.00 train.


[Footnote 1: A letter from Mr. Carruthers which came into Evangeline's
possession later, and which she put into her journal at this
place.--EDITOR'S NOTE.]




BRANCHES,

Friday night, _November 4th._


This morning Mr. Carruthers had his coffee alone. Mr. Barton and I
breakfasted quite early, before nine o'clock, and just as I was calling
the dogs in the hall for a run, with my out-door things already on, Mr.
Carruthers came down the great stairs with a frown on his face.

"Up so early!" he said. "Are you not going to pour out my tea for me,
then?"