CHAPTER XI.
AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR.
In a quiet, unpretentious street in the poorer part of Brussels there was a cheap boarding-house, in which Madame La Tour and her daughter had taken rooms while their suit was pending. That these ladies were in strained circumstances was evidenced by their humble surroundings.
They were seated late one morning at the breakfast table, which was scantily furnished with the cheapest viands.
Madame La Tour turned from her cup of weak chocolate with a look of ill-concealed disgust. “Katharine, I cannot endure this suspense much longer. Do you not suppose our case will be decided upon before long?”
“I expect we shall have to wait patiently as best we can, mother. You know Heer Chenoweth said that investigations were being made which would occupy some time.”
“I think we had better employ another advocate,” said Madame fretfully. “Heer Chenoweth recommended our doing so on account of his hav-
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