urgent circumstances, and had forgotten to get more. And what do you
think did he offer as a substitute for sheets?" No one could even
imagine what might not occur to the mind of Saunderson.

"Towels, as I am an honourable man; a collection of towels, as he put
it, 'skilfully attached together, might make a pleasant covering.'
That is the first and last time I ever slept in the Free Church Manse
of Kilbogie. As regards Saunderson's study, I will guarantee that the
like of it cannot be found within Scotland;" and at the very thought of
it that exact and methodical ecclesiastic realized the limitations of
language.

His boys boasted of the Rabbi's study as something that touched genius
in its magnificent disorderliness, and Carmichael was so proud of it
that he took me to see it as to a shrine. One whiff of its atmosphere
as you entered the door gave an appetite and raised the highest
expectations. For any bookman can estimate a library by scent--if an
expert he could even write out a catalogue of the books and sketch the
appearance of the owner. Heavy odour of polished mahogany, Brussels
carpets, damask curtains, and tablecloths; then the books are kept
within glass, consist of sets of standard works in half calf, and the
owner will give you their cost wholesale to a farthing. Faint
fragrance of delicate flowers, and Russia leather, with a hint of
cigarettes; prepare yourself for a marvellous wall-paper, etchings,
bits of oak, limited editions, and a man in a velvet coat. Smell of
paste and cloth binding and general newness means yesterday's books and
a reviewer racing through novels with a paper-knife. Those are only
book-rooms by courtesy, and never can satisfy any one who has breathed
the sacred air. It is a rich and strong spirit, not only filling the
room, but pouring out from the door and possessing the hall, redeeming