"I don't think he will see you."
"I do. So go and tell him I am here."
"What name shall I carry to him?"
"The name is of no consequence. You can tell him that the young man whom he noticed at the funeral is here, and wishes to see him on very important business."
"That's a queer message," thought the servant, but concluded that it was some one who had something to do with furnishing something for the funeral, and was anxious to get his pay.
Mr. Morton was sitting in his library, or a room furnished with books, which went by that name, when the servant entered.
"There is somebody to see you, sir," she said.
"Who is it?"
"I don't know his name."