Perhaps, when he sees my letters and hears my story, I can pull the wool over his eyes." "But, Louis, this is a pitiful piece of business.

I should hate to be engaged in it." A deep flush of shame overspread for a moment the face of Lorraine's attorney, as he replied: "I don't like the job, but I have undertaken it, and must go through with it." "I see no '_must_' about it.

Were I in your place I would wash my hands of the whole business." "I can't afford it," was Bastine's hard, business-like reply.

On the next morning after this conversation between these two young men, Louis Bastine presented himself to the principal of the academy, with the request that Iola be permitted to leave immediately to attend the sick-bed of her father, who was dangerously ill.

The principal hesitated, but while he was deliberating, a telegram, purporting to come from Iola's mother, summoned Iola to her father's bedside without delay.
The principal, set at rest in regard to the truthfulness of the dispatch, not only permitted but expedited her departure.
Iola and Bastine took the earliest train, and traveled without pausing until they reached a large hotel in a Southern city.