Then she and her husband went out, waved their adieus from their snug little coupe, and drove away.
The call had diverted Mr.Belcher from his somber thoughts, and he summoned his carriage, and drove down town, where he spent his day in securing the revolution in his domestic service, already alluded to, in talking business with his factor, and in making acquaintances on 'Change.
"I'm going to be in the middle of this thing, one of those days," said he to Talbot as they strolled back to the counting-room of the latter, after a long walk among the brokers and bankers of Wall street.

"If anybody supposes that I've come here to lie still, they don't know me.
They'll wake up some fine morning and find a new hand at the bellows." Twilight found him at home again, where he had the supreme pleasure of turning his very independent servants out of his house into the street, and installing a set who knew, from the beginning, the kind of man they had to deal with, and conducted themselves accordingly.
While enjoying his first cigar after dinner, a note was handed to him, which he opened and read.

It was dated at the house across the avenue.
He had expected and dreaded it, but he did not shrink like a coward from its persual.

It read thus: "MR.

ROBERT BELCHER: I have been informed of the shameful manner in which you treated a member of my family this morning--Master Harry Benedict.