She the, gracious lady, yet no paines did spare
               To doe him ease, or doe him remedy: 
               Many restoratives of vertues rare
               And costly cordialles she did apply,
               To mitigate his stubborne malady. 
                                        Spenser’s Faerie Queens.

Mr. Henry Brierly was exceedingly busy in New York, so he wrote Col.  Sellers, but he would drop everything and go to Washington.

The Colonel believed that Harry was the prince of lobbyists, a little too sanguine, may be, and given to speculation, but, then, he knew everybody; the Columbus River navigation scheme was, got through almost entirely by his aid.  He was needed now to help through another scheme, a benevolent scheme in which Col.  Sellers, through the Hawkinses, had a deep interest.

“I don’t care, you know,” he wrote to Harry, “so much about the niggroes.  But if the government will buy this land, it will set up the Hawkins family—­make Laura an heiress—­and I shouldn’t wonder if Beriah Sellers would set up his carriage again.  Dilworthy looks at it different, of course.  He’s all for philanthropy, for benefiting the colored race.  There’s old Balsam, was in the Interior—­used to be the Rev. Orson Balsam of Iowa—­he’s made the riffle on the Injun; great Injun pacificator and land dealer.  Balaam’a got the Injun to himself, and I suppose that Senator Dilworthy feels that there is nothing left him but the colored man.  I do reckon he is the best friend the colored man has got in Washington.”

Though Harry was in a hurry to reach Washington, he stopped in Philadelphia; and prolonged his visit day after day, greatly to the detriment of his business both in New York and Washington.  The society at the Bolton’s might have been a valid excuse for neglecting business much more important than his.  Philip was there; he was a partner with Mr. Bolton now in the new coal venture, concerning which there was much to be arranged in preparation for the Spring work, and Philip lingered week after week in the hospitable house.  Alice was making a winter visit.  Ruth only went to town twice a week to attend lectures, and the household was quite to Mr. Bolton’s taste, for he liked the cheer of company and something going on evenings.  Harry was cordially asked to bring his traveling-bag there, and he did not need urging to do so.  Not even the thought of seeing Laura at the capital made him restless in the society of the two young ladies; two birds in hand are worth one in the bush certainly.

Philip was at home—­he sometimes wished he were not so much so.  He felt that too much or not enough was taken for granted.  Ruth had met him, when he first came, with a cordial frankness, and her manner continued entirely unrestrained.  She neither sought his company nor avoided it, and this perfectly level treatment irritated him more than any other could have done.  It was impossible to advance much in love-making with one who offered no obstacles, had no concealments and no embarrassments, and whom any approach to sentimentality would be quite likely to set into a fit of laughter.