"Come in!" thundered the lawyer.
She stopped on the threshold, glanced round, and said timidly—
"I want to see Russell, if you please."
"Russell is at the post-office. Have you any particular spite at my door, that you belabour it in that style? or do you suppose I am as deaf as a gatepost?"
"I beg your pardon; I did not mean to startle you, sir. I was not thinking of either you or your door."
She sprang down the steps to wait on the sidewalk for her cousin, and met him at the entrance.
"Oh, Russell! I have found your watch."
A ray of light seemed to leap from his eyes as he seized her hand.
"Where?"
"At Mr. Brown's jewellery store."