It was the topic in the clubs, for Hillars had been well known in political and literary circles.

But in a month or so the affair, subsided.

The world never stops very long, even when it loses one of its best friends.
One late October morning I received a note which read: "JOHN WINTHROP: "Dear Sir--I am in London for a few days, homeward bound from a trip to Egypt, and as we are cousins and 'orphans too,' I should like the pleasure of making your acquaintance.

Trusting that I shall find you at leisure, I am, "Your humble servant, "PHILIP PEMBROKE." "Ah," said I; "that Louisianian cousin of mine, who may or may not live the year out," recalling the old lawyer's words.

"He seems to hang on pretty well.