considered to be not worth answering by her own husband.  Treated with bare civility (she expected no more), she might have gone on to explain that “Mrs. Graham” was going out.  She might also have been prevailed on to mention that “Mrs. Graham” had asked her a very remarkable question of a business nature, at the interview between them up stairs.  As it was, Mrs. Karnegie’s lips were sealed, and let Mr. Karnegie deny if he dared, that he richly deserved it.  Mr. Karnegie agreed with his wife.

In half an hour more, “Mrs. Graham” came down stairs; and a cab was sent for.  Mr. Karnegie, in fear of the consequences if he did otherwise, kept in a corner.  Mrs. Karnegie followed him into the corner, and asked him how he dared act in that way?  Did he presume to think, after twenty years of married life, that his wife was jealous?  “Go, you brute, and hand Mrs. Graham into the cab!”

Mr. Karnegie obeyed.  He asked, at the cab window, to what part of Glasgow he should tell the driver to go.  The reply informed him that the driver was to take “Mrs. Graham” to the office of Mr. Camp, the lawyer.  Assuming “Mrs. Graham” to be a stranger in Glasgow, and remembering that Mr. Camp was Mr. Karnegie’s lawyer, the inference appeared to be, that “Mrs. Graham’s” remarkable question, addressed to the landlady, had related to legal business, and to the discovery of a trust-worthy person capable of transacting it for her.

Returning to the bar, Mr. Karnegie found his eldest daughter in charge of the books, the bills, and the waiters.  Mrs. Karnegie had retired to her own room, justly indignant with her husband for his infamous conduct in handing “Mrs. Graham” into the cab before her own eyes.  “It’s the old story, Pa,” remarked Miss Karnegie, with the most perfect composure.  “Ma told you to do it, of course; and then Ma says you’ve insulted her before all the servants.  I wonder how you bear it?” Mr. Karnegie looked at his boots, and answered, “I wonder, too, my dear.”  Miss Karnegie said, “You’re not going to Ma, are you?” Mr. Karnegie looked up from his boots, and answered, “I must, my dear.”

Mr. Camp sat in his private room, absorbed over his papers.  Multitudinous as those documents were, they appeared to be not sufficiently numerous to satisfy Mr. Camp.  He rang his bell, and ordered more.

The clerk appearing with a new pile of papers, appeared also with a message.  A lady, recommended by Mrs. Karnegie, of the Sheep’s Head, wished to consult Mr. Camp professionally.  Mr. Camp looked at his watch, counting out precious time before him, in a little stand on the table, and said, “Show the lady in, in ten minutes.”

In ten minutes the lady appeared.  She took the client’s chair and lifted her veil.  The same effect which had been produced on Mr. Karnegie was once more produced on Mr. Camp.  For the first time, for many a long year past, he felt personally interested in a total stranger.  It might have been something in her eyes, or it might have been something in her manner.  Whatever it was, it took softly hold of him, and made him, to his own exceeding surprise, unmistakably anxious to hear what she had to say!