“Paley, my dear fellow, I congratulate you,” said he, grasping my hand.
“What’s the matter, Tom?” I asked.
“Why, haven’t you heard of it?”
“Heard of what?”
“You have been appointed discount clerk in the Forty-ninth National Bank. ’Pon my soul, I am glad to be the first to tell you of it,” added Tom, with enthusiasm, as he rung my hand.
Iniquity had prospered, but only for a time.
CHAPTER II.
MISS LILIAN OLIPHANT.