r. Karnegie, upon
that, attempted to compromise the matter by looking, in the interim, at
his own boots. Mrs. Karnegie wished to know whether after twenty years
of married life, she was considered to be not worth answering by her own
husband. Treated with bare civility (she expected no more), she might
have gone on to explain that "Mrs. Graham" was going out. She might also
have been prevailed on to mention that "Mrs. Graham" had asked her a
very remarkable question of a business nature, at the interview between
them up stairs. As it was, Mrs. Karnegie's lips were sealed, and let
Mr. Karnegie deny if he dared, that he richly deserved it. Mr. Karnegie
agreed with his wife.

In half an hour more, "Mrs. Graham" came down stairs; and a cab was sent
for. Mr. Karnegie, in fear of the consequences if he did otherwise, kept
in a corner. Mrs. Karnegie followed him into the corner, and asked him
how he dared act in that way? Did he presume to think, after twenty
years of married life, that his wife was jealous? "Go, you brute, and
hand Mrs. Graham into the cab!"

Mr. Karnegie obeyed. He asked, at the cab window, to what part of
Glasgow he should tell the driver to go. The reply informed him that the
driver was to take "Mrs. Graham" to the office of Mr. Camp, the lawyer.
Assuming "Mrs. Graham" to be a stranger in Glasgow, and remembering that
Mr. Camp was Mr. Karnegie's lawyer, the inference appeared to be, that
"Mrs. Graham's" remarkable question, addressed to the landlady, had
related to legal business, and to the discovery of a trust-worthy person
capable of transacting it for her.

Returning to the bar, Mr. Karnegie found his eldest daughter in charge
of the books, the bills, and the waiters. Mrs. Karnegie had retired to
her own room, justly indignant with her husband for his infamous conduct
in handing "Mrs. Graham" into the cab before her own eyes. "It's the old
story, Pa," remarked Miss Karnegie, with the most perfect composure.
"Ma told you to do it, of course; and then Ma says you've insulted her
before all the servants. I wonder how you bear it?" Mr. Karnegie looked
at his boots, and answered, "I wonder, too, my dear." Miss Karnegie
said, "You're not going to Ma, are you?" Mr. Karnegie looked up from his
boots, and answered, "I must, my dear."

Mr. Camp sat in his private room, absorbed over his papers.
Multitudinous as those documents were, they appeared to be not
sufficiently numerous to satisfy Mr. Camp. He ra