n Dickson," continued Michael; "a pretty well-known name
in Ballarat; and my friend here is Mr. Ezra Thomas, of the United States
of America, a wealthy manufacturer of india-rubber overshoes."

"Stop one moment till I make a note of that," said Gideon; any one might
have supposed he was an old practitioner.

"Perhaps you wouldn't mind my smoking a cigar?" asked Michael. He had
pulled himself together for the entrance; now again there began to
settle on his mind clouds of irresponsible humour and incipient slumber;
and he hoped (as so many have hoped in the like case) that a cigar would
clear him.

"Oh, certainly," cried Gideon blandly. "Try one of mine; I can
confidently recommend them." And he handed the box to his client.

"In case I don't make myself perfectly clear," observed the Australian,
"it's perhaps best to tell you candidly that I've been lunching. It's a
thing that may happen to any one."

"O, certainly," replied the affable barrister. "But please be under no
sense of hurry. I can give you," he added, thoughtfully consulting his
watch--"yes, I can give you the whole afternoon."

"The business that brings me here," resumed the Australian with gusto,
"is devilish delicate, I can tell you. My friend Mr. Thomas, being an
American of Portuguese extraction, unacquainted with our habits, and a
wealthy manufacturer of Broadwood pianos--"

"Broadwood pianos?" cried Gideon, with some surprise. "Dear me, do I
understand Mr. Thomas to be a member of the firm?"

"O, pirated Broadwoods," returned Michael. "My friend's the American
Broadwood."

"But I understood you to say," objected Gideon, "I certainly have it so
in my notes--that your friend was a manufacturer of india-rubber
overshoes."

"I know it's confusing at first," said the Australian, with a beaming
smile. "But he--in short, he combines the two professions. And many
others besides--many, many, many others," repeated Mr. Dickson, with
drunken solemnity. "Mr. Thomas's cotton-mills are one of the sights of
Tallahassee; Mr. Thomas's tobacco-mills are the pride of Richmond, Va.;
in short, he's one of my oldest friends, Mr. Forsyth, and I lay his case
before you with emotion."

The barrister looked at Mr. Thomas and was agreeably prepossessed by his
open although nervous countenance, and the simplicity and timidity of
his manner. "What a people are these Americans!" he thought. "Look at
this nervous, weedy, simple little bird in a low-necked shirt, and th