llor
Justice a fine-looking man?"

"Fine-looking?" -- said Elizabeth, bringing her eyes in the
Chancellor's direction. "No, I should think not."

"Is there _anybody_ that is fine-looking here?" whispered Rose
in Elizabeth's bonnet.

"Our tastes are so different, it is impossible for one to tell
what will please the other," replied Elizabeth coolly.

"Where's Mr. Landholm, Mr. Satterthwaite?"

"Winthrop? -- He is down there -- don't you see him?"

"'Down there?'" said Rose, -- "There are a great many people
down there --"

"There's Mr. Herder shaking hands with him now --"

"Mr. Herder? -- Lizzie, do you see them?"

"Who?"

"Winthrop Landholm and Mr. Herder."

"Yes."

"Where are they?"

"Hush --"

For just then proceedings began, and Rose's tongue for a few
minutes gave way in favour of her ears. And by the time she
had found out that she could not make anything of what was
going on, Mr. Herder had found his way to their side.

"Miss Elisabet'!" he said, -- "and Mistress Haye! what has made
you to come here to-day?"

"Mr. Satterthwaite wanted us to hear your favourite Mr.
Landholm," said Rose, -- "so I came. Lizzie didn't come for
that."

Elizabeth shook hands with her friend smilingly, but said
never a word as to why she was there.

"Winthrop is good to hear," said Mr. Herder, "when you can
understand him. He knows how to speak. I can understand _him_ --
but I cannot understand Mr. Brick -- I cannot make nozing of
him when he speaks."

"What are they doing to-day, Mr. Herder?" said Elizabeth.

"It is the cause of my brother-in-law, Jean Lansing, against
Mr. Ryle, -- he thinks that Mr. Ryle has got some of his money,
and I think so too, and so Winthrop thinks; but nobody _knows_,
except Mr. Ryle -- he knows all of it. Winthrop has been asking
some questions about it, to Mr. Ryle and Mr. Brick" --

"When?"

"O a little while ago -- a few weeks; -- and they say no, -- they
do not choose to make answer to his questions. Now Winthrop is
going to see if the Chancellor will not make that they must
tell what he wants to know; and Mr. Brick will fight so hard
as he can not to tell. But Winthrop will get what he wants."

"How do you know, Mr. Herder?"

"He does, always."

"What does he want, Mr. Herder?" said Rose.

"It is my brother-in-law's business," said the naturalist. "He
wants to know if Mr. Ryle have not got a good deal of his
money someveres; and Mr. Ryle, he does not want to say n