As soon as the post-obit and the insurance policy are in this office, Mr.Hine, your first quarter's income is paid into your bank.

I will have an agreement drawn, binding me on my side to pay you two thousand a year until your uncle's death." Mr.Jarvice rose as if the interview was ended.

He moved some papers on his table, and added carelessly--"You have a good solicitor, I suppose ?" "I haven't a solicitor at all," said Walter Hine, as he, too, rose.
"Oh, haven't you ?" said Mr.Jarvice, with all the appearance of surprise.
"Well, shall I give you an introduction to one ?" He sat down, wrote a note, placed it in an envelope, which he left unfastened, and addressed it.

Then he handed the envelope to his client.
"Messrs.

Jones and Stiles, Lincoln's Inn Fields," he said.