A few individuals, who knew Mr.Fitzgerald, said, "What, are you among the creditors ?" "I am not a creditor," he replied, "but I am here to represent the claims of Mr.Whitwell of Savannah, who, being unable to be present in person, requested me to lay his accounts before you." He sat listening to the tedious details of Mr.Royal's liabilities, and the appraisement of his property, with an expression of listless indifference; often moving his fingers to a tune, or making the motion of whistling, without the rudeness of emitting a sound.
Young Blumenthal, on the contrary, manifested the absorbed attention of one who loved his benefactor, and was familiar with the details of his affairs.

No notice was taken of him, however, for his claim was small, and he was too young to be a power in the commercial world.

He modestly refrained from making any remarks; and having given in his account, he rose to take his hat, when his attention was arrested by hearing Mr.Bruteman say: "We have not yet mentioned the most valuable property Mr.Royal left.

I allude to his daughters." Blumenthal sank into his chair again, and every vestige of color left his usually blooming countenance; but though Fitzgerald was on tenter-hooks to know whether the escape was discovered, he betrayed no sign of interest.
Mr.Bruteman went on to say, "We appraised them at six thousand dollars." "Much less than they would bring at auction," observed Mr.Chandler," as you would all agree, gentlemen, if you had seen them; for they are fancy articles, A No.

1." "Is it certain the young ladies are slaves ?" inquired Blumenthal, with a degree of agitation that attracted attention toward him.
"It _is_ certain," replied Mr.Bruteman.