Old Tom--very good old fellow--but, you know--must get old Tom out of the way, first.

Now go and dress for dinner.

And Lord preserve us from the Great Mel to-day!' Andrew mumbled as he turned away.
Evan could not reach his chamber without being waylaid by the Countess.
Had he remembered the sister who sacrificed so much for him?
'There, there!' cried Evan, and her hand closed on the delicious golden whispers of bank-notes.

And, 'Oh, generous Andrew! dear good Evan!' were the exclamations of the gratified lady.
There remained nearly another hundred.

Evan laid out the notes, and eyed them while dressing.