al manager would be appointed. "The time is not over
till to-morrow," said Lopez angrily. "I tell you what I am told to
tell you," said Mr. Hartlepod. "You will only waste your time by
coming here any more."

He had not once seen Mr. Wharton since the statement made in
Parliament, although he had lived in the same house with him. Everett
Wharton had come home, and they two had met;--but the meeting had
been stormy. "It seems to me, Lopez, that you are a scoundrel,"
Everett said to him one day after having heard the whole story,--or
rather many stories,--from his father. This took place not in
Manchester Square, but at the club, where Everett had endeavoured to
cut his brother-in-law. It need hardly be said that at this time
Lopez was not popular at his club. On the next day a meeting of the
whole club was to be held that the propriety of expelling him might
be discussed. But he had resolved that he would not be cowed, that he
would still show himself, and still defend his conduct. He did not
know, however, that Everett Wharton had already made known to the
Committee of the club all the facts of the double payment.

He had addressed Everett in that solicitude to which a man should
never be reduced of seeking to be recognised by at any rate one
acquaintance,--and now his brother-in-law had called him a scoundrel
in the presence of other men. He raised his arm as though to use the
cane in his hands, but he was cowed by the feeling that all there
were his adversaries. "How dare you use that language to me!" he said
very weakly.

"It is the language that I must use if you speak to me."

"I am your brother-in-law, and that restrains me."

"Unfortunately you are."

"And am living in your father's house."

"That, again, is a misfortune which it appears difficult to remedy.
You have been told to go, and you won't go."

"Your ingratitude, sir, is marvellous! Who saved your life when
you were attacked in the park, and were too drunk to take care of
yourself? Who has stood your friend with your close-fisted old father
when you have lost money at play that you could not pay? But you
are one of those who would turn away from any benefactor in his
misfortune."

"I must certainly turn away from a man who has disgraced himself as
you have done," said Everett, leaving the room. Lopez threw himself
into an easy-chair, and rang the bell loudly for a cup of coffee, and
lit a cigar. He had not been turned out of the club as yet,