With his new book, and this pleasant thought in his mind, Ellis took
his way homeward, after the business of the day was over. As he
walked along, a friend overtook him, and said, familiarly, as he
touched him on the shoulder,

"I'm glad to overhaul you so opportunely. Half a dozen times,
to-day, I have been on the eve of running round to see you, but as
often was prevented. All in good time yet, I hope. I want you to
come over to my room, this evening. There are to be three or four of
our friends there, and some good eating and drinking into the
bargain."

"A temptation certainly," replied Ellis. "No man likes good company
better than I do; but, I rather think I must forego the pleasure
this time."

"Why do you say that?"

I've promised myself another pleasure."

"Another engagement?"

"Not exactly that. Barker has loaned me the first volume of
Prescott's Mexico; and I'm going to spend the evening in reading it
to my wife."

"Any other evening will do as well for that," returned the friend.
"So promise me to come around. I can't do without you."