(So the first fascicle ended. I put it aside and looked for the
second.

"Well?" said the man who wrote.

"This is fiction?"

"It's my story."

"But you-- Amidst this beauty-- You are not this ill-conditioned,
squalidly bred lad of whom I have been reading?"

He smiled. "There intervenes a certain Change," he said. "Have I
not hinted at that?"

I hesitated upon a question, then saw the second fascicle at hand,
and picked it up.)




CHAPTER THE SECOND

NETTIE



Section 1