This announcement seemed to dissipate the vexatious clouds which had
environed the attorney, and a light and cheerful smile came, as if by
magic, upon his care-worn features, as he apologized to the lady for the
smoky atmosphere of the room.

"I trust your honored father is well," said he, after disposing of the
usual commonplace introductions of conversation.

"I regret to say that his failing health is the occasion of this visit,"
replied the lady, in a cold and even serious tone. "I have called to
request your immediate attendance at Bellevue. My father has some
business matters upon which he requires your professional advice."

"Col. Dumout, I trust, is not seriously ill," returned Maxwell, with an
appearance of sympathy.

"He is confined to his room, but not entirely to his bed. When shall I
say you will come?" said the lady.

"I will be there within an hour after your own arrival, if you go
direct."

"Very well, sir;" and she turned to depart.

This intention on the part of the lady did not seem to meet the
approbation of the attorney.

"Stay a moment, Miss Dumont," said he, in an embarrassed manner; "pray,
honor me with a moment's conversation."