“Do as you think proper,” answered Mr. Bryarly.
“Have you answered Harry’s last letter?” inquired Mr. Pluribusi.
“How could I?—I am three deep in his debt.”
“So much the better for my plan, which is to arouse the demon of jealousy in his bosom. Write to him immediately, and give him but the shadow of a cause for distrust, and if he is not at your feet as soon as the power of steam can bring him, why, then I will no longer believe in the constancy of man.”
“And then I should no longer doubt his affection. But, uncle, what shall I say to him?”
“Write a glowing description of me; dwell on the pleasant time we spend together; then, if he does not yield a most loyal and ready obedience to the ‘green-eyed monster,’ I will say he cares for another.”
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CHAPTER IX.
“Why writes she so to me?”
The next mail bore Harry the following letter from his own Mary: