insist on my looking into that Jameson law-suit for them."

Mary Seaton looked up, a little aghast. "But mercy, John! I can't get
away now, with Sister Alice coming!"

"I know that. So I'm going to take Enoch with me."

"Oh!" Mary looked from her husband to Enoch, sitting awkwardly on the
edge of the Chippendale chair. His usually pale face was a little
flushed and his thin lips were set firmly together. From her scrutiny
of Enoch's face, she turned to his hands. They were large and bony and
the thumb and first two fingers of his right hand were yellow.

"You don't look as if you'd been eating the right kind of things,
Enoch," she said, kindly. "And it's cigarettes that give your lips
that bad color. You must let me help you about that. When do you
start, John dear?"

"To-morrow night, and I'm afraid I'll be gone the best part of three
weeks. By that time, I ought to know something about Enoch, eh?"

For the first time Enoch grinned, a little sheepishly, to be sure, and
a little cynically. Nevertheless it was the first sign of tolerance he
had shown and Mr. Seaton was cheered by it.

"That will give time to get Enoch outfitted," said Mary. "We'll go up
to Best's to-morrow morning."

"This suit is new," said Nucky.