After thinking for a while, he
turned abruptly to the third letter that was waiting for him. He was
not at ease; his mind felt the need of relief.
The third letter was from Rufus Dingwell; announcing the close of his
tour in Ireland, and his intention of shortly joining Amelius in
London. The excellent American expressed, with his customary absence of
reserve, his fervent admiration of Irish hospitality, Irish beauty, and
Irish whisky. "Green Erin wants but one thing more," Rufus predicted,
"to be a Paradise on earth--it wants the day to come when we shall send
an American minister to the Irish Republic." Laughing over this quaint
outbreak, Amelius turned from the first page to the second. As his eyes
fell on the next paragraph, a sudden change passed over him; he let the
letter drop on the floor.
"One last word," the American wrote, "about that nice long bright
letter of yours. I have read it with strict attention, and thought over
it considerably afterwards. Don't be riled, friend Amelius, if I tell
you in plain words, that your account of the Farnabys doesn't make me
happy--quite the contrary, I do assure you.
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