I should have scorned it once, but my chance is gone, and I could be loyal to the devil himself--for a consideration." The next morning Mr.Belcher was informed that Yates had breakfasted, and was awaiting orders.

He descended to the basement, and stood confronted with a respectable-looking gentleman, who greeted him in a courtly way, yet with a deprecating look in his eyes, which said, as plainly as words could express; "don't humiliate me any more than you can help! Use me, but spare the little pride I have, if you can." The deprecatory look was lost upon Mr.Belcher.

"Where did you get your clothes ?" he inquired.

"Come, now; give me the name of your tailor.

I'm green in the city, you see." The man tried to smile, but the effort was a failure.
"What did you take for a night-cap last night, eh ?" "I give you my word of honor, sir, that I have not taken a drop since I saw you." "Word of honor! ha! ha! ha! Do you suppose I want your word of honor?
Do you suppose I want a man of honor, anyway?
If you have come here to talk about honor, you are no man for me.