ore:itseemediiernalworld.Iaskedwasitamerenervousimpression—adelusion?Icouldnotceiveorbelieve:itwasmorelikeaninspiration.ThewondrousshockoffeelinghadeliketheearthquakewhichshookthefoundationsofPaulandSilas’sprison;ithadopehedoorsofthesoul’scellandlooseditsbands—ithadwakeoutofitssleep,whesprangtrembling,listening,aghast;thenvibratedthriceaystartledear,andinmyquakiandthroughmyspirit,whieitherfearednorshook,butexultedasifinjoyoverthesuccessofoneeffortithadbeenprivilegedtomake,indepeofthecumbrousbody.

    “Eremanydays,”Isaid,asIterminatedmymusings,“Iwillknowsomethingofhimwhosevoiceseemedlastnighttosummotershaveprovedofnoavail—personalinquiryshallreplacethem.”

    AtbreakfastIannouoDianaandMarythatIwasgoingajourney,andshouldbeabsentatleastfourdays.

    “Alone,Jaheyasked.

    “Yes;itwastoseeorhearnewsofafriendaboutwhomIhadforsometimebeenuneasy.”

    Theymighthavesaid,asIhavenodoubttheythought,thattheyhadbelievedmetobewithoutanyfriendssavethem:for,indeed,Ihadoftensaidso;but,withtheirtruenaturaldelicacy,theyabstainedfroment,exceptthatDianaaskedmeifIwassureIwaswellenoughtotravel.Ilookedverypale,sheobserved.Ireplied,thatnothingailedmesaveayofmind,whichIhopedsoontoalleviate.

    Itwaseasytomakemyfurtherarras;forIwastroubledwithnoinquiries—nosurmises.HavingonceexplaihemthatIcouldnotnowbeexplicitaboutmyplans,theykindlyandwiselyacquiesthesilehwhichIpursuedthem,acctometheprivilegeoffreeaIshouldundersimilarcircumstanceshaveaccordedthem.

    IleftMoorHouseatthreeo’clockp.m