"Oh, and what does the 'glory of the Lord' mean, Tode?"
"I don't know; expect he does, though," answered Tode, simply and significantly.
Mr. Ryan didn't seem inclined to continue that line of questioning.
"Well," he said, presently, "let's turn to an easier chapter. What's to-morrow's figure?"
"Don't know. I might look though, if you wanted to hear." And Tode drew his precious three leaves from his vest pocket.
"Oh, you carry Habakkuk about with you, do you? Well, let's have the figure by all means, only pass me that bottle of wine first."
But Tode's face paled and his limbs actually shook.
"I can't do it," he said at last.
"You can't! Why, what's up?"
"Just look for yourself, sir. It's the figure 15." And he thrust the bit of leaf before the gay young lawyer, and pointed with his finger to the spot.