"Come to one who awaits thee, and who assigns herself
"Your devoted,
"SALLIANNA."
Jinks frowned a terrible frown, and ground his teeth.
For a moment, he stood gazing with profound contempt upon the letter which he had just read; then seizing his shears, snipped the unfortunate sheet into microscopic fragments, all the while frowning with terrible intensity.
The letter destroyed, Jinks stood for a moment with folded arms, scowling and reflecting.
Suddenly he strode to the other side of the room, kicking off his slippers as he went, and hurling his night-cap at the mirror.
"Yes!" he cried, grinding his teeth, "I'll do it, and without delay—perfidious woman!"
In ten minutes Mr. Jinks had assumed his usual fashionable costume, and buckled on his sword. A savage flirt of his locks completed his toilette, and in all the splendor of his scarlet stockings and embroidered waistcoat, he issued forth.