"By all means," said St. John.

Hewson opened the note, and read it with an expression which can only be
described as a radiant frown. He sat down at his desk, and wrote an
answer to the note, and gave it to his man, who was still waiting. Then
he said to St. John, "What did you say the rugs were worth?"

"A thousand."

"I'll take them. And what do you want for the rest of the furniture?"

Clearly he had not understood that the furniture, rugs, and all, had been
offered to him for a thousand dollars. But what was a man in St. John's
place to do? As it was he was turning himself out of house and home for
Hewson, and that was sacrifice enough. He hesitated, sighed deeply, and
then said, "Well, I will throw all that in for a couple of thousand
more."

"All right," said Hewson, "I will give it. Have the papers made out and
I will have the money ready at once."

"Oh, there's no hurry about that, my dear fellow," said St. John,
handsomely.




XI.