"Very good."
"So you need not say anything about the advertisement."
"All right, sir."
"Grant me a moment while I pencil a note to the lady."
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In a private parlor at the St. Nicholas sat a lady of middle age. She had a haughty face, and stern, compressed lips. She was one to repel rather than to attract. She had a note before her, which she threw down with an exclamation of impatience.
"So he has heard nothing yet. For three weeks I have been wasting my time at this hotel, depending on this lawyer, and he has done absolutely nothing. And the issue is so important. I may have to employ another person, and that will be a fresh bill of expense."
At this moment a light knock was heard at the door.
"Enter," said the lady.