- rope," said the solicitor, settling himself in his corner.
"They are a disgrace to London. One would like to see them taken over by the state."
Although Mr. Whitcomb was ruffled by his companion's strange pertinacity, his philosophic habit soon came to his aid.
"Have a weed?" he said, offering his cigar-case.
By the time each had lighted a cigar and ensconced himself in a measure of comfort in a corner of the vehicle, the irritation of the one and the aggressive tenacity of the other had been somewhat allayed.
"There are several points that still remain dark to me," said Northcote, "in this odd affair. Having come in a moment of high inspiration to the attic of the obscure, having discovered its occupant to be of an uncommon faculty, having entrusted him with your business, all of a sudden, because of a singular revelation of his talent, you discard him and have recourse to an abject mediocrity."
"You are certainly a queer fellow," said the solicitor, amused by this piece of egotism. "A most unconventional fellow—quite the most unconventional fellow I have ever met."
"Ah, there is my offence," said the young man; "I have outraged the gods, I have disregarded the proprieties. Yet I would ask you, are not all conventions for the common vulgar? Are not nature's most authentic specimens, those pioneers in every sphere of mundane activity who add the little more that means so much, are not these to walk about the earth just as nature fashioned them?"
"I am pleased to say," said Mr. Whitcomb, emit-
