"You are easily pleased and grateful for nothing; and, now, tell me who lives opposite to you?"
"A lawyer by the name of James Balfour."
"James Balfour? Why, he's one of my old flames. He ought to have been here to-day. Perhaps he'll be in this evening."
"Not he."
"Why?"
"He has the honor to be an enemy of mine, and knows that I would rather choke him than eat my dinner."
"You men are such savages; but aren't those nice boys on the steps?"
"I happen to know one of them, and I should like to know why he is there, and how he came there. Between you and me, now—strictly between you and me—that boy is the only person that stands between me and—and—a pile of money."
"Is it possible? Which one, now?"
"The larger."