"Mr. Chester."

"Yes?"

"Has that 'Memorandum' never been printed? I can find out for you, in
_Poole's Index_."

"Do it! It's good enough, and it's named as if to be printed. See?
'The Angel of----'"

"Then why not have Mr. Castanado, while selecting a publisher for
mademoiselle's manuscript, select for both?"

Chester shone: "Why--why, happy thought! I'll consider that, indeed
I will! Well, good mor'----"

"Mr. Chester."

"Well?"

"Why did you want that new book yesterday?"

"I've met that nice old man the book calls 'the judge,' and he's coaxed
me to break my rules and dine with him, at his home uptown, to-night."

"I'm glad. Madame, his wife, was my young mistress when I was a slave.
I wish her granddaughter and his grandson--they also are married--were
not over in the war--Red Cross. You'd like them--and they would like
you."