This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1893. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIV. WHAT THE MORNING BROUGHT. BU T alas for the visions of Alnaschar! When, in those days which long have fled, Alnaschar woke from the vision of the building of that wonderful castle of his in Spain, he found that the fragile and insignificant foundation, on which the whole airy fabric had been raised,--had vanished. And so with Mr. Redford. He continued, in sleep, his waking dreams. He dreamed all night of the great man which the magician was to make of him, of the wondrous things which were to be. And when, in the morning, he awoke, he found that the most insignificant foundation, that wholly unreliable foundation, on which the baseless fabric of his sanguine visions had been reared,--had fled. At a quite matutinal hour, Mr. Redford, urged by Mrs. Redford, proceeded from his bedchamber to rouse Mr. Pye from slumber. He knocked at the magician's door. There was no answer. He knocked again. Still no one replied. "Mr. Pye!" he said. Still silence. Mr. Redford turned the handle of the door. He found it was unlocked. He opened it, and discovered why his knocking had remained unanswered. Mr. Pye had not answered because--Mr. Pye was not there. The little attic was untenanted. "He's gone!" exclaimed Mr. Redford. Mrs. Redford must have been listening below to her husband's movements up above, because, when he uttered that exclamation, she addressed to him an inquiry. "Who's gone?" she asked. Mr. Redford's voice, as he replied, was troubled,--as though its owner was divided between anger and amazement. "Mr. Pye! He must have stolen away like a thief in the night. What an idiot I was not to lock him in his room! I might have known that, if he got the chance, he would play me some such trick as this." Mrs. Redford came hurrying up the stairs, in rather...
