familiar, and he turned to look after her. The two women were just stepping into the office, but the one that carried the umbrella turned round to shake off the wet before she put it down the light of a lamp at the door fell upon her face and he saw that it was Susan!
"Gracious Heavens!" cried he, darting forward and seizing her by the arm, "what are you doing here?"
"I'm only going to speak about a little business—about a letter, Sir," answered Susan, surprised by the vehemence of his address.
"Stop," said he, "I beg of you to stop a moment whilst I speak to you—who is this woman?"
"She's a friend of mine, Sir, Mrs. Dobbs," replied Susan. "The letter was sent to her, but there was some money in it for me, and we're going to mention that it has never come to hand."
"If you'll leave this business in my hands, Susan," " said Mr. Lyon, "I will undertake to say you shall not lose your money—you'll oblige me very particularly if you'll not stir further in it, at present—I can't explain my reasons to you now, but—"
"There's no occasion, Sir," replied Susan,
