by this bright and magnetic young man, whose slightly bronzed face and hands spoke of a long absence from the city. Hangon, tired with the long and close attendance upon the peevish patron, was thankful at so pleasant an addition to the tête-à-tête which had lasted for several days.
When Farwell finally rose to go, the two men followed his example, and the trio left the restaurant in company. Mr. Hewson's trap stood at the door awaiting him.
"Which way are you going, Farwell? Can I not give you a lift?"
The offer was made in a manner which showed that it was meant seriously, and not out of compliment.
"Thank you. I am bound on rather a wild-goose chase. I want to find Graball, and I have no idea whether he is at his house in Fifth Avenue or at Long Branch. Do you happen to know?"
"No. But get in and I will drive you up to his house; it is on my way. You will
