VII. A THIRD MACHINE I confess that at first this letter dumfounded me. “Ohs!” and “Ahs!” slipped from my open mouth. The old servant stared at me, not knowing what to think. “Oh, sir! is it bad news?” I answered for I kept few secrets from this faithful soul by reading her the letter from end to end. She listened with much anxiety. “A joke, without doubt,” said I, shrugging my shoulders. “Well,” returned my superstitious handmaid, “if it isn’t from the devil, it’s from the devil’s country, anyway.” Left alone, I again went over this unexpected letter. Reflection inclined