This is a story book. 'A letter for Mr. Roseleaf', he heard his landlady say to the chambermaid. And he was quite prepared to hear the girl reply, in a tone of surprise: 'For Mr. Roseleaf! This is the first letter he has had since he came'. The young man referred to stood just within his chamber door, waiting with some anxiety for the letter to be brought to him. He was about twenty years of age, of medium height, with rather dark complexion, curling hair and expressive eyes, and with a natural delicacy of manner that made him seem almost feminine at first view. He had the greatest possible interest in the letter that the postman had just brought, but he was far too polite to disturb the landlady or her servant, who were not yet through with it.