agement."

"Oh! no, we won't squeeze you. I tell you what, come up to dinner
to-morrow. I'm going to have a fellow there, an awfully rich
fellow--want to interest him in some things, and I've invited him down.
He is young Router, the son of the great Router, you know who he is?"

"Well, no, I don't believe I do. Good-by. Sorry I can't come; but I have
an engagement."

"What is it?"

"To play mumble-the-peg with some boys: Haile Tabb's boys."

"Oh! hang the boys! Come up to dinner. It is an opportunity you may not
have again shortly. Router's awfully successful, and you can interest
him. I tell you what I'll do----"

"No, thank you, I'll keep my engagement. Good-by."

"That fellow's either a fool or he is crazy," said his friend, gazing
after him as he walked away. "And he's got some sense too. If he'd let
me use him I could make money out of him for both of us."

It was not long before Floyd began to be known more widely. He had
schemes for the amelioration of the condition of the poor. They were
pronounced quixotic; but he kept on. He said he got good out of them if
no one else did.

He began to go oftener and oftener down to the City, where Miss
Dangerlie lived. He did not see a great deal of her; but he wrote to
her. He found in her a ready sympathy with his plans. It was not just as
it used to be in his earlier love affair, where he used to find himself
uplifted and borne along by the strong spirit which had called him from
the dead; but if it was not this that he got, it was what contented him.
Whatever he suggested, she accepted. He found in her tastes a wonderful
similarity with his, and from that he drew strength.

Women in talking of him in connection with her said it was a pity; men
said he was lucky.

One evening, at a reception at her house, he was in the gentlemen's
dressing-room. It was evidently a lady's apartment which had been
devoted for the occasion as a dressing-room. It was quite full at the
time. A man, a large fellow with sleek, short hair, a fat chin, and a
dazzling waistcoat, pulled open a lower drawer in a bureau. Articles of
a lady's apparel were discovered, spotless and neatly arranged. "Shut
that drawer instantly," said Floyd, in a low, imperious tone.

"Suppose I don't, what then?"

"I will pitch you out of that window," said Floyd, quietly, moving a
step nearer to him. The drawer was closed, and the man turned away.

"Do you know who that was?" asked someone of Floyd.

"