′"Young man," says the old gentleman, "you don′t know me."
′"Sir," says Tom, "I have not that honour; but I shall be happy to drink your health, notwithstanding."
′"I read," cries the old gentleman, without taking any notice of this politeness on Tom′s part - "I read what′s going to happen, in the stars."
′Tom thanked him for the information, and begged to know if anything particular was going to happen in the stars, in the course of a week or so; but the old gentleman, correcting him, explained that he read in the stars what was going to happen on dry land, and that he was acquainted with all the celestial bodies.
′"I hope they′re all well, Sir," says Tom, - "everybody."
′"Hush!" cries the old gentleman. "I have consulted the book of Fate with rare and wonderful success. I am versed in the great sciences of astrology and astronomy. In my house here, I have every description of apparatus for observing the course and motion of the planets. Six months ago, I derived from this source, the knowledge that precisely as the clock struck five this afternoon a stranger would present himself - the destined husband of my young and lovely niece - in reality of illustrious and high descent, but whose birth would be enveloped in uncertainty and mystery. Don′t tell me yours isn′t," says the old gentleman, who was in such a hurry to speak that he couldn′t get the words out fast enough, "for I know better."
′Gentlemen, Tom was so astonished when he heard him say this, that he could hardly keep his footing on the ladder, and found it necessary to hold on by the lamp-post. There WAS a mystery about his birth. His mother had always admitted it. Tom had never known who was his father, and some people had gone so far as to say that even SHE was in doubt.
′While he was in this state of amazement, the old gentleman leaves the window, bursts out of the house-door, shakes the ladder, and Tom, like a ripe pumpkin, comes sliding down into his arms.
′"Let me embrace you," he says, folding his arms about him, and nearly lighting up his old bed-furniture gown at Tom′s link. "You′re a man of noble aspect. Everything combines to prove the accuracy of my observations. You have had mysterious promptings within you," he says; "I know you have had whisperings of greatness, eh?" he says.
′"I think I have," says Tom - Tom was one of those who can persuade themselves to anything they like - "I′ve often thought I wasn′t the small beer I was taken for."
′"You were right," cries the old gentleman, hugging him again. "Come in. My niece awaits us."
′"Is the young lady tolerable good-looking, Sir?" says Tom, hanging fire rather, as he thought of her playing the piano, and knowing French, and being up to all manner of accomplishments.
′"She′s beautiful!" cries the old gentleman, who was in such a terrible bustle that he was all in a perspiration. "She has a graceful carriage, an exquisite shape, a sweet voice, a countenance beaming with animation and expression; and the eye," he says, rubbing his hands, "of a startled fawn."
′Tom supposed this might mean, what was called among his circle of acquaintance, "a game eye;" and, with a view to this defect, inquired whether the young lady had any cash.
′"She has five thousand pounds," cries the old gentleman. "But what of that? what of that? A word in your ear. I′m in search of the philosopher′s stone.
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