Quite a hifalutin speech for Frank, who used to be at the foot of his class." Richard grew faint and cold as death, feeling one moment an impulse to knock young Clifford down, and the next a burning desire to hear the worst, if, indeed, he had not already heard it.

He would not question Harry; but he would listen to all he had to say, and so kept quiet, waiting for the rest.

Harry was just enough beside himself to take a malicious kind of satisfaction in inflicting pain upon Richard, as he was sure he was doing.

He knew Judge Markham despised him, and though, when sober, he would have shrunk from so mean a revenge, he could say anything now, and so went on: "She has not seen him yet, but will to-night, for he is going.

I got him invited as my friend.