so monstrous, taking into consideration his antecedents, his bringing-up, and all his forebears, that it had to his mind the grotesqueness of a gargoyle on his house of life.  He was now going to apply for the last position on his list, that of a coachman for a gentleman, presumably of wealth, in Harlem.  The name was quite unknown to him.  It was German.  He thought to himself in all probability the owner was Jewish.  This was absolutely his last venture.  He chose this as he would choose anything in preference to the one which was always within reach.  As the train sped along he fell to thinking of himself in this position for which he was about to apply.  He imagined himself in livery sitting with a pair of sleek bays well in hand.  He reflected that at least he could do his work well.  He wondered idly about the questions he would be asked.  He considered suddenly that he must have a reference for a place of this sort, and he tore a leaf out of his note-book, took out his stylo-graphic pen, and scribbled a reference, signing his own name.  He reflected, as he did so, that it was odd that he, who had employed so many doubtful methods to gain financial ends, should feel an inward qualm at the proceeding.  Still, he was somewhat amused at the thought that Mr. A. Baumstein might write to him at Banbridge, and he should in that case reply, repeating his own list of qualification for the place.  He wondered if they would ask if he were married, if they would prefer him married, if he drank, if he would be forbidden to smoke in the stables.  He considered all the questions which he should be likely to ask himself, in a similar case.  He got a curious feeling as if he were having an experience like Alice in Wonderland, as if he were in reality going in at the back of his own experiences, gaining the further side of his moon.  He began to be almost impatient to reach his station and see the outcome of it all.  Strangely enough, he never reflected on the good advice which the young woman that morning had given him as to the undesirable gentility of his general appearance.  He never considered that as a drawback.  When he reached his station he got off the train, went down the stairs, crossed the avenue, and up a block to the next street.  When he found the number of which he was in search he hesitated a second.  He wondered at what door he should apply.  It manifestly could not be the front door.  He therefore went farther down the street and gained the one running parallel, by which means he could reach the rear entrance of the house.  It had no basement entrance under the front door.  It was a new building, and quite pretentious, the most pretentious of a new and pretentious block.  He traversed the small back yard, bending his stately head under a grove of servants’ clothes which were swinging whitely from a net-work of lines, and knocked on the door.  His knock was answered by a woman, presumably a cook, and she looked like a Swede.  Unaccountably to him, she started back with a look of alarm and nearly closed the door, and inquired in good English, with a little accent, what he wanted.  Carroll raised his hat and explained.