In 1867 I made up my mind to take a step in life which was not unattended with peril, which many would call rash, and which, when taken, I should be sure at some period to regret. This step was the resignation of my place in the Post Office. I have described how it was that I contrived to combine the performance of its duties with my other avocations in life. I got up always very early; but even this did not suffice. I worked always on Sundays 鈥?as to which no scruple of religion made me unhappy 鈥?and not unfrequently I was driven to work at night. In the winter when hunting was going on, I had to keep myself very much on the alert. And during the London season, when I was generally two or three days of the week in town, I found the official work to be a burden. I had determined some years previously, after due consideration with my wife, to abandon the Post Office when I had put by an income equal to the pension to which I should be entitled if I remained in the department till I was sixty. That I had now done, and I sighed for liberty. 鈥楴o; quite proper. What鈥檚 her work?鈥? 双色球所有历史开奖号码查询 This, however, has been so exactly the life which my thoughts and aspirations had marked out 鈥?thoughts and aspirations which used to cause me to blush with shame because I was so slow in forcing myself to the work which they demanded 鈥?that I have felt some pride in having attained it. I have before said how entirely I fail to reach the altitude of those who think that a man devoted to letters should be indifferent to the pecuniary results for which work is generally done. An easy income has always been regarded by me as a great blessing. Not to have to think of sixpences, or very much of shillings; not to be unhappy because the coals have been burned too quickly, and the house linen wants renewing; not to be debarred by the rigour of necessity from opening one鈥檚 hands, perhaps foolishly, to one鈥檚 friends 鈥?all this to me has been essential to the comfort of life. I have enjoyed the comfort for I may almost say the last twenty years, though no man in his youth had less prospect of doing so, or would have been less likely at twenty-five to have had such luxuries foretold to him by his friends. Pity! Yes, I pity the women in the streets! Am I to pity you, as I pity them? You, whom I worshipped鈥攚hom I thought as pure as the angels鈥攚earing nothing of earth but your frail loveliness, which to me always seemed more of spirit than of clay. And you were false all the time鈥攆alse as hell鈥攖he toy of the first idle profligate whom chance flung into your path? It was Lostwithiel! That man was right. He would hardly have dared to talk to you as he did if he had not been certain of his facts. Lostwithiel was your lover. I am not like the domestic cat. It is not houses I care for, but individuals. My affections would not transfer themselves to the new tenants. 鈥業f ye gae on like this, ye鈥檒l be as fit as a fiddle in a week,鈥?the Scotch doctor said. Did Mrs. Disney send you? he asked the driver.  Never mind that if the worst people can dance. I am on the committee, so I will answer for the supper and the champagne. You like a dry brand, of course, Miss Crowther? So matters went on for three years. Then Mr. Kenyon all at once fancied himself in very poor health, at any rate he so represented. He induced a physician to recommend travelling, and to urge the importance of his wife accompanying him. She fell into the trap, for it proved to be a trap. The boys were left at home, at a boarding school, and Mr. and Mrs. Kenyon set out on their travels. They sailed for Cuba, where they remained two months; then they embarked for Charleston. In the neighborhood of Charleston Mr. Kenyon was enabled at length to carry out his nefarious design. He made the acquaintance of Dr. Fox, an unprincipled keeper of a private insane asylum, and left Mrs. Kenyon in his charge, under the name of Mrs. Crandall, with the strictest orders that under no circumstances should she be permitted to leave the asylum. CHAPTER XI. HOW THE LETTER WAS MAILED. Very well, nodded Cleopatra. "As soon as a letter comes, send it to me."