?"

"He is of this city. He is not doing business no more, but he
lives here."

"Well, we can try, Mr. Herder," said Winthrop, tapping his
bundle of papers on the table, in a quiet wise that was a
strong contrast to the ardent face and gestures of the
philosopher. It was the action, too, of a man who knew how to
try and was in no doubt as to his own power. The naturalist
felt it.

"What will you do, Wint'rop?"

"You wish me to set about it?"

"I do. I put it in your hands."

"I will try, Mr. Herder, what can be done."

"What will you do first?" said the naturalist.

"File a bill in equity," said Winthrop smiling.

"A bill? -- what is that?"

"A paper setting forth certain charges, made on supposition
and suspicion only, to which charges they must answer on
oath."

"_Who_ will answer?"

"Ryle and his brothers."

"Dere is but one of them alive."

"Well, Ryle and his brother, then."

"But what charges will you make? We do not know nozing to
charge."

"Our charges will be merely on supposition and suspicion --
it's not needful to swear to them."

"And they must swear how it is?"

"They must swear to their answers,"

"That will do!" said the naturalist, looking 'satisfied'
already. "That will do. We will see what they will say. -- Do
you do nozing but write bills all night, every night, and tie
up papers? -- you do not come to my room no more since a long
time."

"Not for want of will, Mr. Herder. I have not been able to
go."

"Bring your little sister and let her look at my things some
time -- while you and me we look at each other. It is good to
look at one's friend sometime."

"I have often found it so, Mr. Herder. I will certainly bring
Winnie if I can."

"Do you not go nowhere?" said the naturalist as if a thought
had struck him. "What is de reason that I do not meet you at
Mr. Haye's no more?"

"I go almost nowhere, sir."

"You are wrong," said the naturalist. "You are not right. Dere
is more will miss you than me; and there is somebody there who
wants you to take care of her."

"I hope you are mistaken, sir."

"She wants somebody to take care of her," said Mr. Herder;
"and I do not know nobody so good as you. I am serious. She is
just as afraid as ever one should take care of her, and poor
thing she wants it all the more. She will not let your brother
do it neizer."

"Do you think he is trying, Mr. Herder?" Winthrop said coolly.

"I believe he would be too glad! he looks