certainly attend to it this afternoon."

"Do, by all means. There should not be a moment's delay, for Mr.
C----may supply himself with a teacher."

"Very true. If that were to happen through my neglect, I should
never forgive myself."

"Hadn't you better call as you go to the store? It will be just in
your way."

"So it will. Yes, I will call and put the matter in train at once,"
replied the husband.

With this good intention in his mind, Paul left his dwelling after
dinner. He had only gone a couple of squares, however, before it
occurred to him that as Mr. C----had only one session of his school,
which let out at two or half-past two, he didn't know which, he of
course did not dine before three o'clock, and as it was then just a
quarter past three, it would not do to call upon him then; so he
kept on to his store, fixing in his mind four o'clock as the hour at
which he would call. Four o'clock found Paul deeply buried in a long
series of calculations that were not completed for some time
afterwards. On leaving his desk, he sat leisurely down in an
arm-chair for the purpose of thinking about business. He had not
thought long, before the image of Lucy Ellison came up before his
mind. He drew out his watch.

"Nearly half-past four, I declare! I'm afraid Mr. C----is out now;
but as it is so late, I will defer calling until I go home; it is