well, Six-and-eightpence, except your h's,
which you dthrop out of your conversation. I'll thank ye not to call
neems, me good friend, or me fingers and your nose will have to make an
intimate hic-quaintance. Walk in, sir! Be polite for the future to your
shupariors in birth and manners, though they may be your infariors in
temporary station. Confound the kay! Walk in, sir, I say!--Madam, I have
the honour of saluting ye most respectfully!"

A lady with her face covered with a capuchin, and further hidden by her
handkerchief, uttered a little exclamation as of alarm as she came down
the stairs at this instant and hurried past the lawyer. He was pressing
forward to look at her--for Mr. Draper was very cavalier in his manners
to women--but the bailiff's follower thrust his leg between Draper and
the retreating lady, crying, "Keep your own distance, if you plaise!
This way, madam! I at once recognised your ladysh----" Here he closed
the door on Draper's nose, and left that attorney to find his own way to
his client upstairs.

At six o'clock that evening the old Baroness de Bernstein was pacing up
and down her drawing-crutch, and for ever running to the window when the
noise of a coach was heard passing in Clarges Street. She had delayed
her dinner from hour to hour: she who scolded so fiercely, on ordinary
occasions, if her cook was five minutes after his time. She had ordered
two covers to be laid, plate to be set out, and some extra dishes to be
prepared as if for a little fete. Four--five o'clock passed, and at six
she looked from the window, and a coach actually stopped at her door.

"Mr. Draper" was announced, and entered bowing profoundly.

The old lady trembled on her stick. "Where is the boy?" she said
quickly. "I told you to bring him, sir! How dare you come without him?"

"It is not my fault, madam, that Mr. Warrington refuses to come." And
Draper gave his version of the interview which had just taken place
between himself and the young Virginian.

CHAPTER XLVIII. An Apparition

Going off in his wrath from his morning's conversation with Harry,
Mr. Draper thought he heard the young prisoner speak behind him; and,
indeed, Harry had risen, and uttered a half-exclamation to call the
lawyer back. But he was proud, and the other offended: Harry checked
words, and Draper did not choose to stop. It wound Harry's pride to be
obliged to humble himself before the lawyer, and to have to yield from
mere lack