Chapter XVI

Feb. 1892.

My Dear Colvin, - This has been a busyish month for a sick man. First, Faauma - the bronze candlestick, whom otherwise I called my butler - bolted from the bed and bosom of Lafaele, the Archangel Hercules, prefect of the cattle. There was the deuce to pay, and Hercules was inconsolable, and immediately started out after a new wife