drawing-room. Summoning Hiram to know if they were visitors, he had
learned the awful truth which apprised him that his Hesperidian wall
was down, and that the robbers at that very moment might be shaking his
precious fruit from the boughs. To be sure he had himself left the gate
open. Do you think, then, it helps a man's temper to be as furious with
himself as with other people? He burst into the room.

There stood Hope: Abel at her side, in the merry midst of his talk, with
his sketch in his hand, his port-folio under his arm, and his finger
pointed toward the portrait; Gabriel, at a little distance, confounded
and abashed by an acquaintance between Hope and Abel of which he had no
previous suspicion. The poor boy! forgotten by Hope, and purposely
trampled down by the eager talk of Abel.

"Hope, go up stairs!" shouted the old gentleman. "And what are you doing
in my house, you scamps?"

He lifted his cane as he came toward them. "I knew all this fighting
business yesterday was a conspiracy--a swindling cheat to get into this
house! I've a mind to break your impudent bones!"

"Why, Sir," said Abel, "you gave me leave to come here and sketch."

"Did I give you leave to come into my parlor and bring boys with you,
Sir, and take up the time of my grand-daughter? Hope, I say, go up
stairs!"

"I only thought, Sir--" began Abel.

"Now, in Heaven's name, don't make me angry, Sir!" burst in the old