“I did not like the man, but I thought I could trust him with a letter, which it now seems I could not do.  This third letter I have given him with a promise of a hundred pounds in silver for his new Cathedral, to be paid as soon as I get an answer from you.

“We are all well at Sunch’ston; so are my wife and eight children—­five sons and three daughters—­but the country is at sixes and sevens.  St. Panky is dead, but his son Pocus is worse.  Dr. Downie has become very lethargic.  I can do less against St. Hankyism than when I was a private man.  A little indiscretion on my part would plunge the country in civil war.  Our engineers and so-called men of science are sturdily begging for endowments, and steadily claiming to have a hand in every pie that is baked from one end of the country to the other.  The missionaries are buying up all our silver, and a change in the relative values of gold and silver is in progress of which none of us foresee the end.

“The King and I both think that annexation by England, or a British Protectorate, would be the saving of us, for we have no army worth the name, and if you do not take us over some one else soon will.  The King has urged me to send for you.  If you come (do! do! do!) you had better come by way of Erewhemos, which is now in monthly communication with Southampton.  If you will write me that you are coming I will meet you at the port, and bring you with me to our own capital, where the King will be overjoyed to see you.”

* * * * *

The rest of the letter was filled with all sorts of news which interested me, but would require chapters of explanation before they could become interesting to the reader.

The letter wound up:-

   “You may publish now whatever you like, whenever you like.

“Write to me by way of Erewhemos, care of the Right Reverend the Lord Bishop, and say which way you will come.  If you prefer the old road, we are bound to be in the neighbourhood of the statues by the beginning of March.  My next brother is now Ranger, and could meet you at the statues with permit and luncheon, and more of that white wine than ever you will be able to drink.  Only let me know what you will do.

“I should tell you that the old railway which used to run from Clearwater to the capital, and which, as you know, was allowed to go to ruin, has been reconstructed at an outlay far less than might have been expected—­for the bridges had been maintained for ordinary carriage traffic.  The journey, therefore, from Sunch’ston to the capital can now be done in less than forty hours.  On the whole, however, I recommend you to come by way of Erewhemos.  If you start, as I think possible, without writing from England, Bishop Kahabuka’s palace is only eight miles from the port, and he will give you every information about your further journey—­a distance of less than a couple of hundred miles.  But