nd time to
complain. Wint'rop, I am come to give you some work."

"What do you want me to do, sir?"

"I do not know," said the naturalist; -- "I do not know nozing
about what is to be done; but I want you to do something."

"I hope you will give me something more to go to work upon,
sir. What is the matter?"

"It is not my matter," said the naturalist; -- "I did never get
in such a quarrel but one, and I will never again in anozer --
it is my brother, or the man who married my sister -- his name
is Jean Lansing."

"What is the matter with him?"

"Dere is too many things the matter wiz him," said Mr. Herder,
"for he is sick abed -- that is why I am here. I am come to
tell you his business and to get you to do it."

"I shall think I am working for you, Mr. Herder," Winthrop
said, as he tied up a bundle of papers which had been lying
loose about the table.

"Have you got plenty to do?" said the naturalist, giving them
a good-humoured eye.

"Can't have too much, sir. Now what is your brother's affair?"

"I do not know as I can tell you," said the other, his bright
jovial face looking uncommonly mystified, -- "it seems to me he
does not know very well himself. He does not know that anybody
has done nozing, but he is not _satisfied_."

"And my business is to satisfy him?"

"If you can do that -- you shall be satisfied too!" said the
naturalist. "He does not know that any one has wronged him:
but he thinks one has."

"Who?"

"Ryle -- John Ryle. He was Mr. Lansing's partner in business
for years -- I do not know how many."

"Here?"

"In Mannahatta -- here -- they were partners; and Ryle had
brothers in England, and he was the foreign partner and
Lansing was here, for the American part of the business. Well,
they were working togezer for years; -- and at the end of them,
when they break up the business, it is found that Ryle has
made himself money, and that my brother has not made none! So
he is poor, and my sister, and Ryle is rich."

"How is that?"

"It is that way as I tell you; and Ryle has plenty, and
Lansing and Theresa they have not."

"But has Mr. Lansing no notion how this may have come about?"

"He knows nozing!" said the naturalist, -- "no more than you
know -- except he knows he is left wizout nozing, and Ryle has
not left himself so. Dat is all he knows."

"Can I see Mr. Lansing?"

"He is too sick. And he could tell you nozing. But he is not
satisfied."

"Is John Ryle of this city