"There's a man from the office here, Madam, asking to see Mr.Farron." "Mr.Farron can see no one." A sudden light flashed upon her.

"What is his name, Pringle ?" "Burke, Madam." "Oh, let him come in." Adelaide turned to Mrs.Baxter.

"I will show you," she said, "one of the finest sights you ever saw." The next instant Marty was in the room.

Not so gorgeous as in his wedding-attire, he was still an exceedingly fine young animal.

He was not so magnificently defiant as before, but he scowled at his unaccustomed surroundings under his dark brows.
"It's Mr.Farron I wanted to see," he said, a soft roll to his r's.