eyed his son closely, an amused expression hovering on his face.

After all, it was not so much he who had desired this match as Roberts, and as long as the senator was willing to withdraw, he could make no objection.

He wondered what part, if any, his son had played in bringing about this sensational denouement to a match which had been so distasteful to him, and it gratified his paternal vanity to think that Jefferson after all might be smarter than he had given him credit for.
At this juncture Mr.Bagley entered the room.

He was a little taken aback on seeing the senator, but like most men of his class, his self-conceit made him confident of his ability to handle any emergency which might arise, and he had no reason to suspect that this hasty summons to the library had anything to do with his matrimonial plans.
"Did you ask for me, sir ?" he demanded, addressing his employer.
"Yes, Mr.Bagley," replied Ryder, fixing the secretary with a look that filled the latter with misgivings.

"What steamers leave to-morrow for England ?" "To-morrow ?" echoed Mr.Bagley.
"I said to-morrow," repeated Ryder, slightly raising his voice.
"Let me see," stammered the secretary, "there is the White Star, the North German Lloyd, the Atlantic Transport--" "Have you any preference ?" inquired the financier.
"No, sir, none at all." "Then you'll go on board one of the ships to-night," said Ryder.
"Your things will be packed and sent to you before the steamer sails to-morrow." The Hon.