es as usual at dinner-parties,
where the conversation turns upon politics, were rather in the
background, and took an early opportunity of withdrawing from the table,
leaving the gentlemen to finish their political discussion over their
wine.

The latter, however, did not linger long; but soon followed the ladies
to the drawing room, where coffee was served. And soon after the party
separated for the evening. Herman Brudenell withdrew to his chamber with
one idea occupying him--his son. Since the death of Nora had paralyzed
his affections, Herman Brudenell had loved no creature on earth until he
met her son upon this evening. Now the frozen love of years melted and
flowed into one strong, impetuous stream towards him--her son--his son!
Oh, that he might dare to claim him!

It was late when Mr. Brudenell fell asleep--so late that he overslept
himself in the morning. And when at last he awoke he was surprised to
find that it was ten o'clock.

But Judge Merlin's house was "liberty hall." His guests breakfasted when
they got up, and got up when they awoke. It was one of his crochets
never to have anyone awakened. He said that when people had had sleep
enough, they would awaken of themselves, and to awaken them before that
was an injurious interference with nature. And his standing order in
regard to himself was, that no one should ever arouse him from sleep
unless the house was on fire, or someone at the point of death. And woe
betide anyone who should disregard this order!

So Mr. Brudenell had been allowed to sleep until he woke up at ten
o'clock, and when he went downstairs at eleven he found a warm breakfast
awaiting him, and the little housewife, Bee, presiding over the coffee.

As Bee poured out his coffee she informed him, in answer to his remarks,
that all the members of the family had breakfasted and gone about their
several affairs. The judge and Ishmael had gone to court, and Mrs.
Middleton and Claudia on a shopping expedition; but they would all be
back at the luncheon hour, which was two o'clock.

CHAPTER LX.

HERMAN AND HANNAH.

She had the passions of her herd.
She spake some bitter truths that day,
Indeed he caught one ugly word,
Was scarcely fit for her to say!

--_Anon_.

When breakfast was over Mr. Brudenell took his hat and walked down the
Avenue to Seventh Street, and to the Farmer's in search of Hannah.

In answer to his inquiries he was told that she was in, and he w