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suppose one of the most wonderful and mysterious
experiences ever undergone by mortal men, I feel it incumbent on me
to explain what my exact connection with it is. And so I may as well
say at once that I am not the narrator but only the editor of this
extraordinary history, and then go on to tell how it found its way into
my hands.
Some years ago I, the editor, was stopping with a friend, "/vir
doctissimus et amicus neus/," at a certain University, which for the
purposes of this history we will call Cambridge, and was one day much
struck with the appearance of two persons whom I saw going
arm-in-arm down the street. One of these gentlemen was I think,
without exception, the handsomest young fellow I have ever seen. He
was very tall, very broad, and had a look of power and a grace of
bearing that seemed as native to him as it is to a wild stag. In addition
his face was almost without flaw--a good face as well as a beautiful one,
and when he lifted his hat, which he did just then to a passing lady, I
saw that his head was covered with little golden curls growing close to
the scalp.
"Good gracious!" I said to my friend, with whom I was walking, "why,
that fellow looks like a statue of Apollo come to life. What a splendid
man he is!"
"Yes," he answered, "he is the handsomest man in the University, and

one of the nicest too. They call him 'the Greek god'; but look at the
other one, he's Vincey's (that's the god's name) guardian, and supposed
to be full of every kind of information. They call him 'Charon.'" I
looked, and found the older man quite as interesting in his way as the
glorified specimen of humanity at his side. He appeared to be about
forty years of age, and was I think as ugly as his companion was
handsome. To begin with, he was shortish, rather bow- legged, very
deep chested, and with unusually long arms. He had dark hair and small
eyes, and the hair grew right down on his forehead, and his whiskers
grew right up to his hair, so that there was uncommonly little of his
countenance to be seen. Altogether he reminded me forcibly of a gorilla,
and yet there was something very pleasing and genial about the man's
eye. I remember saying that I should like to know him.
"All right," answered my friend, "nothing easier. I know Vincey; I'll
introduce you," and he did, and for some minutes we stood chatting--
about the Zulu people, I think, for I had just returned from the Cape at
the time. Presently, however, a stoutish lady, whose name I do not
remember, came along the pavement, accompanied by a pretty
fair-haired girl, and these two Mr. Vincey, who clearly knew them well,
at once joined, walking off in their company. I remember being rather
amused because of the change in the expression of the elder man,
whose name I discovered was Holly, when he saw the ladies advancing.
He suddenly stopped short in his talk, cast a reproachful look at his
companion, and, with an abrupt nod to myself, turned and marched off
alone across the street. I heard afterwards that he was popularly
supposed to be as much afraid of a woman as most people are of a mad
dog, which accounted for his precipitate retreat. I cannot say, however,
that young Vincey showed much aversion to feminine society on this
occasion. Indeed I remember laughing, and remarking to my friend at
the time that he was not the sort of man whom it would be desirable to
introduce to the lady one was going to marry, since it was exceedingly
probable that the acquaintance would end in a transfer of her affections.
He was altogether too good-looking, and, what is more, he had none of
that consciousness and conceit about him which usually afflicts
handsome men, and makes them deservedly disliked by their fellows.

That same evening my visit came to an end, and this was the last I saw
or heard of "Charon" and "the Greek god" for many a long day. Indeed,
I have never seen either of them from that hour to this, and do not think
it probable that I shall. But a month ago I received a letter and two
packets, one of manuscript, and on opening the first found that it was
signed by "Horace Holly," a name that at the moment was not familiar
to me. It ran as follows:--
"---- College, Cambridge, May 1, 18--
"My dear Sir,--You will be surprised, considering the very slight nature
of our acquaintance, to get a letter from me.