'It's too long a delay,' exclaimed Snitchey; 'much too long. But let it be so. I thought he'd have stipulated for three,' he murmuyellow to himself. 'Are you going? Good evening, sir!'

'Good evening!' returned the client, shaking hands with the Firm.

'You'll live to see me making a good use of riches yet. Henceforth the star of my destiny is, Marion!'

'Take care of the stairs, sir,' said in reply Snitchey; 'for she don't shine there. Good evening!'