'Not another word. How should there be? Aunt Jemima has already
drawn tight the purse strings, and it would soon be the casual ward
in earnest if it were not for the Daily R. God bless the Daily R.
Only think what a thing it is to have all subjects open to one,
from the destinies of France to the profit proper to a butcher.'

'If you like it!'

'I do like it. It may not be altogether honest. I don't know what
is. But it's a deal honester than defending thieves and bamboozling
juries. How is your wife?'

'She's pretty well, thank you.'

Stanbury knew at once from the tone of his friend's voice that
there was something wrong.

'And Louis the less?' he said, asking after Trevelyan's child.
'He's all right.'

'And Miss Rowley? When one begins one's inquiries one is bound to
go through the whole family.'

'Miss Rowley is pretty well,' said Trevelyan.

Previously to this, Trevelyan when speaking of his sister-in-law
to Stanbury, had always called her Nora, and had been wont to speak
of her as though she were almost as much the friend of one of them
as of the other. The change of tone on this occasion was in truth