or now is to fling it in his face. His
soul is as small as his body: he's a little, mean, suspicious, jealous
fellow, and I'm very glad to have lost him." She flounced off all on
fire, looking six feet high, and got quite out of sight before she
began to cry.

Then the truth came out. Mary, absorbed in conjugal bliss, had left it at
the hotel by the lakes. She told Walter.

"Oh, hang it!" said Walter; "that's unlucky; you will never see it
again."

"Oh yes, I shall," said Mary; "they are very honest people at that inn;
and I have written about it, and told them to keep it safe, unless they
have an opportunity of sending it."

Walter reflected a moment. "Take my advice, Mary," said he. "Let me
gallop off this afternoon and get it."

"Oh yes, Walter," said Mary. "Thank you so much. That will be the
best way."

At this moment loud and angry voices were heard coming round the corner,
and Mary uttered a cry of dismay, for her discriminating ear recognized
both those voices in a moment. She clutched Walter's shoulder.

"Oh, Walter, it's your father and mine quarrelling. How unfortunate that
they should have met! What shall we do?"

"Hide in Hope's office. The French window is open."

"Quick, then!" cried Mary, and darted into the office in a moment. Walter
dashed in after her.

When she got safe into cover she began to complain.

"This comes of concealment--we are always being driven into holes
and corners."

"I rather like them with you," said the unabashed Walter.

It matters little what had passed out of sight between Bartley and
Colonel Clifford, for what the young people heard now was quite enough to
make what Sir Lucius O'Trigger calls a very pretty quarrel. Bartley,
hitherto known to Mary as a very oily speaker, shouted at the top of his
voice in arrogant defiance, "You're not a child, are you? You are old
enough to read papers before you sign them."

The Colonel shouted in reply, "I am old, sir, but I am old in honor. I
did not expect that any decent tradesman would slip a clause into a farm
lease conveying the minerals below the surface to a farmer. It was a
fraud, sir; but there's law for fraud. My lawyer shall be down on you
to-morrow. Your chimneys disgorge smoke all over my fields. You shall
disgorge your dishonest gains. I'll have you off my land, sir; I'll tear
you out of the bowels of the earth. You are a sharper and a knave."

At this Bartley roared at him louder still, so that both the you