ur black man and titivate a bit.
I've a coach at the door, and we'll be off and dine with the old lady."

"Are you going to dine with the Baroness de Bernstein, pray?"

"Not me--no such honour. Had my dinner already. It's you are a-going to
dine with your aunt, I suppose?"

"Mr. Draper, you suppose a great deal more than you know," says Mr.
Warrington, looking very fierce and tall, as he folds his brocade
dressing-gown round him.

"Great goodness, sir, what do you mean?" asks Draper.

"I mean, sir, that I have considered, and, that having given my word to
a faithful and honourable lady, it does not become me to withdraw it."

"Confound it, sir!" shrieks the lawyer, "I tell you she has lost the
paper. There's nothing to bind you--nothing. Why she's old enough to
be----"

"Enough, sir," says Mr. Warrington, with a stamp of his foot. "You
seem to think you are talking to some other pettifogger. I take it, Mr.
Draper, you are not accustomed to have dealings with men of honour."

"Pettifogger, indeed!" cries Draper in a fury. "Men of honour, indeed!
I'd have you to know, Mr. Warrington, that I'm as good a man of honour
as you. I don't know so many gamblers and horse-jockeys, perhaps. I
haven't gambled away my patrimony, and lived as if I was a nobleman
on two hundred a year. I haven't bought watches on credit, and
pawned--touch me if you dare, sir," and the lawyer sprang to the door.

"That is the way out, sir. You can't go through the window, because it
is barred," says Mr. Warrington.

"And the answer I take to my client is No, then!" screamed out Draper.

Harry stepped forward, with his two hands clenched. "If you utter
another word," he said, "I'll----" The door was shut rapidly--the
sentence was never finished, and Draper went away furious to Madame de
Bernstein, from whom, though he gave her the best version of his story,
he got still fiercer language than he had received from Mr. Warrington
himself.

"What? Shall she trust me, and I desert her?" says Harry, stalking up
and down his room in his flowing, rustling brocade. "Dear, faithful,
generous woman! If I lie in prison for years, I'll be true to her."

Her lawyer dismissed after a stormy interview, the desolate old woman
was fain to sit down to the meal which she had hoped to share with
her nephew. The chair was before her which he was to have filled, the
glasses shining by the silver. One dish after another was laid before
her by the silent major-d