y, and rapidly counted
it. Then he opened the door of the fashionable tailor's, and walked in.
He was regarded, as was to be expected, a trifle superciliously by the
immaculately-attired young gentlemen therein.

'I want a suit of clothes,' he said in his straight, abrupt fashion,--'a
good suit; the best you have in your shop.'

The young gentlemen regarded him and each other with such significance
in their glances that their shabby-looking customer turned on his heel.

'I can be served elsewhere, I guess, without so much hesitation,' he
said, and in an instant he was intercepted with profuse apologies, and
patterns of the best materials in the shop laid before him.

'I'll take this,' said Walter, after refusing several.

'It is very expensive, sir--beautiful material, but a suit made to
measure will be five guineas,' said the young gentleman suggestively.

'I'll take it,' said Walter calmly. 'And I want an overcoat, and a hat,
and some other things. Show me what you have.'

The fascination of choosing new garments for personal wear was upon
Walter Hepburn, and he spent a whole hour in the shop, selecting an
outfit which did credit to his taste and discernment. Before that hour
was over he had risen very considerably in the opinion of those who
served him--his choice invariably falling on what was not only most
expensive, but in the best taste.

'Now, how much is to pay? I'll pay ready money to-day, and send for the
things when they are ready, which I hope will be soon.'

'Very well, sir; but there is no hurry, I assure you,' said the young
gentleman suavely. 'Payment on delivery is always quite satisfactory.'

'I'll pay to-day,' Walter replied, with his hand in his pocket; and when
the bill was presented he ran his eye over it without a change of face.

'Twelve pounds eight shillings and twopence,' he said slowly, and
counted out the bank notes carelessly, as if the handling of them was
his daily work. Then, having made arrangements for fitting, he went his
way, leaving a very odd impression on the minds of the shop people. Had
he heard their surmises and comments, he would have felt at once amused
and chagrined.

From St. Vincent Street he sauntered back to Argyle Street, and took a
Bridgeton car. Thoughts of Liz were crowding thick and fast upon him,
and he found himself scanning the faces of the people in the crowded
streets, and even looking up expectantly each time the car stopped,
assuring himself he