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When I got near home, I met Dick, who had strolled out to meet me. He was looking much happier than when I had left him in the morning. I really believe that now that the shock of his own disappointment had passed, he was all the happier that my affair had progressed satisfactorily. I told him all that had passed, and he agreed with the advice given by Joyce, that for a little while, nothing should be said about the matter. We walked together to the hotel, I hurrying the pace somewhat, for it had begun to dawn upon me that I had eaten but little in the last twenty-four hours. It was prosaic, but true; I was exceedingly hungry. Joy seldom interferes with the appetite; it is sorrow or anxiety which puts it in deadly peril.
When we got to the hotel, we found Andy waiting outside the door. He immediately addressed me:—
"'Och musha! but it's the sad man I am this day! Here's Masther Art giv over intirely to the fairies. An' its leprachaun catchin', he has been onto this blissed day. Luk at him! isn't it full iv sorra he is. Give
