not, however, to gain sympathy,—which I scorned,—that I gave him a detailed account of the incident, but from a sense of what is right. Had I remained silent, I should have been concealing the truth, which I consider equivalent to telling a lie, and I hate men who tell lies. One of the causes that induced me to become so much attached to Septimus Robinson was, that he never told lies. However, when I come to think the matter over, I remember that he seldom told anything. So the only conclusion I can arrive at is that on many occasions he must have concealed the truth, and was therefore a silent liar all his life. I saw no ladies about the residence of my new acquaintance, nor was I anxious to see any. I put on a suit of his clothes, but it was not a good fit, being rather large, so he suggested I should go to a tailor with him. The tailor soon had me in a splendid suit, the fit being all that could be desired. I now felt myself a masher, and quite recovered from the effects of my walk with Arizenda. We returned to my friend's house and dined together; then, thinking of my promise to visit Louva, my host directed me, and I repaired thither.
After a brisk walk, I came to a large building that answered the description I had of Louva's
