“O nose, eyes, ears, and all my other godlike senses and faculties! what a sensation is this of Mother Earth at sunrise!  Better, seems to me, than ocean, beloved of my Scandinavian forefathers.  Hear those birds! look at those divine trees, and the tall moist grass round them!  By my head! living is a glorious business!—­What, ho! slave, empty me here that bath-tub, and then ring the bell.”

The slave—­a handsome, handy fellow, unusually docile, inseparable from his master, whose life-long bondsman he was, and so much like him in many ways (owing, perhaps, to the intimacy always subsisting between the two), that he had more than once been confounded with him,—­this obedient menial—­

No! not even for a moment will we mislead our reader.  Are we not sworn confidants?  What is he to think, then, of this abrupt introduction, unheralded, unexplained?  Be it at once confessed that Mr. Helwyse travelled unattended, that there was no slave or other person of any kind in the room, and that this high-sounding order of his was a mere ebullition of his peculiar humor.

He was a philosopher, and was in the habit of making many of his tenets minister to his amusement, when in his more sportive and genial moods.  Not to exhaust his characteristics too early in the story, it need only be observed here that he held body and soul distinct, and so far antagonistic that one or the other must be master; furthermore, that the soul’s supremacy was the more desirable.  Whether it were also invariable and uncontested, there will be opportunity to find out later.  Meantime, this dual condition was productive of not a little harmless entertainment to Mr. Helwyse, at times when persons less happily organized would become victims of ennui.  Be the conditions what they might, he was never without a companion, whose ways he knew, and whom he was yet never weary of questioning and studying.  No subject so dull that its different aspects, as viewed from soul and from body, would not give it piquancy.  No question so trivial that its discussion on material and on spiritual grounds would not lend it importance.  Nor was any enjoyment so keen as not to be enhanced by the contrast of its physical with its psychical phase.

Waking up, therefore, on this May morning, and being in a charming humor, he chose to look upon himself as the proprietor of a body-servant, and to give his orders with patrician imperiousness.  The obedient menial, then,—­to resume the thread,—­sprang upon the tub-trunk, whipped off the lid, and discharged the contents upon the bed in a twinkling.  This done, he stepped to the bell-rope, and lent it a vigorous jerk, soon answered by a brisk tapping at the door.

“Please, sir, did you ring?”

“Indeed I did, my dear.  Are you the pretty chambermaid?”

This bold venture is met by silence, only modified by a low delighted giggle.  Presently,—­“Did you want anything, sir, please?”