of Wingrave. I have a fancy that he does not
mean any good to us."

Barrington frowned and threw his cigarette into the fire with a little
jerk.

"Nonsense!" he exclaimed. "The man's not quite so bad as that. We've
been useful to him. We've done exactly what he asked. The other matter's
dead and buried. We don't want his money, but it is perfectly easy for
him to help us make a little."

She looked up at him quietly.

"I think, Lumley, that it is dangerous!" she said.

"Then you're not the clever woman I take you for," he answered, turning
to leave the room. "Just as you please. Only it will be that or the
bankruptcy court before long!"

Lady Ruth lay quite still, looking into the fire. When her maid came,
she moved on tiptoe for it seemed to her that her mistress slept. But
Lady Ruth was wide awake though the thoughts which were flitting through
her brain had, perhaps, some kinship to the land of dreams.

JULIET ASKS QUESTIONS

"Any place," the girl exclaimed as she entered, "more unlike a
solicitor's office, I never saw! Flowers outside and flowers on your
desk, Mr. Pengarth! Don't you have to apologize to your clients for
your surroundings? There's absolutely nothing, except the brass plate
outside, to show that this isn't an old-fashioned farmhouse, stuck down
in the middle of a village. Fuchsias in the window sill, too!"

He placed a chair for her, and laid down the deed which he had been
examining, with a little sigh of relief. It really was very hard work
pretending to be busy.

"You see, Miss Juliet," he explained with twinkling eyes, "my clients
are all country folk, and it makes them feel more at home to find a
lawyer's office not very different from their own parlor."

She nodded.

"What would the great man say?" she inquired, pointing to the rows of
black tin boxes which lined the walls.

"Sir Wingrave Seton is never likely to come here again, I am afraid,"
he answered. "If he did, I don't think he'd mind. To tell you the truth,
I'm rather proud of my office, young lady!"

She looked around.

"They are nice," she said decidedly, "but unbusinesslike."

"You're going to put up the pony and stay to lunch, of course?" he said.
"I'll ring for the boy."

She stopped him.

"Please don't!" she exclaimed. "I have come to see you--on business!"

Mr. Pengarth, after his first gasp of astonishment, was a different man.
He fumbled about on the desk, and produced a pair of gold spectacles,