noise as possible, more for his own sake than for hers. Wharton was proud
in, not of, his weakness.

It became necessary to "shadow" the fair débutante into matrimony. After
weeks of indecision Mr. Wharton finally arose and swore in accents
terrible that she was going too far to be called back. He determined to
push, not to pull, on the reins. Grover & Dickhut were commanded to get
the "evidence"; he would pay. When he burst in upon them and cried in his
cracked treble that "the devil's to pay," he did not mean to cast any
aspersion upon the profession in general or particular. He was annoyed.

"She's going away next week," he exclaimed, as if the lawyers were to
blame for it.

"Well, and what of it?" asked Mr. Grover blandly.

"Up into the mountains," went on Mr. Wharton triumphantly.

"Is it against the law?" smiled the old lawyer.

"Confound the law! I don't object to her going up into the mountains for
a rest, but--"

"It's much too hot in town for her, I fancy."

"How's that?" querulously. "But I've just heard that that scoundrel
Havens is going to the mountains also."

"The same mountain?"