One or two of the mortgages he holds ought to be foreclosed, so that he may get out of them all the law will let him.

He ought to pouch the money that's owing him; he ought to shave away his insurance, his lightning-rod, and his horsedealing business; and he ought to sell his farms and his store, and concentrate on the flour-mill and the saw-mill.

He has had his warnings generally from my lawyers, but what he wants most is the gentle hand to lead him; and I should think that yours, M.Fille, is the hand the Almighty would choose if He was concerned with what happens at St.
Saviour's and wanted an agent." The Clerk of the Court blushed greatly.

This was a very big man indeed in the great commercial world, and flattery from him had unusual significance; but he threw out his hands with a gesture of helplessness, and said: "Monsieur, if I could be of use I would; but he has ceased to listen to me; he--" He got no further, for there was a sharp knock at the street door of the outer office, and M.Fille hastened to the other room.

After a moment he came back, a familiar voice following him.
"It is Monsieur Barbille, monsieur," M.Fille said quietly, but with apprehensive eyes.
"Well--he wants to see me ?" asked M.Mornay.