"Well, by-by, Toll," said Mr. Belcher, giving him his left hand again. "I'll be 'round at twelve."
Mr. Talbot went out, but instead of going to his office, went straight home, and surprised Mrs. Talbot by his sudden reappearance.
"What on earth!"—said she, looking up from a bit of embroidery on which she was dawdling away her morning.
"Kate, who do you suppose is coming to New York to live?"
"The Great Mogul."
"Yes, the Great Mogul—otherwise, Colonel Robert Belcher."
"Heaven help us!" exclaimed the lady.
"Well, and what's to be done?"
"Oh, my! my! my! my!" exclaimed Mrs. Talbot, her possessive pronoun stumbling and fainting away without reaching its object. "Must we have that bear in the house? Does it pay?"
"Yes, Kate, it pays," said Mr. Talbot.