"Do you know who they are?" asked Florence presently of her father. "Yes. One is Mrs. Wells, wife of our librarian. The other is a Miss Wallen, one of the library employees. She has been ill.--Go on, Parks," he said to his coachman, and they drove silently home. "He came and talked with me," said Florence to her aunt that night. "He was polite and kind, and didn't seem angry,--didn't say anything, but--he went--he said he must go to his friends,--to his _friends_, do you understand? We're no longer--no longer of them." Then she turned and sought her own room. And there was an invitation for Mr. Allison,--a very pressing invitation, for an aide-de-camp delivered it personally,--a request that Mr. Allison should be at head-quarters the next afternoon at four o'clock; and Allison went. He was received by Captain Morris, who expressed the general's regrets at being unable to see him in person, and was ushered into a room where were Colonel Kenyon, Major Cranston, and Lieutenant Forrest, still in service dress, and two of the senior staff-officers. These latter came forward and shook hands with the magnate, the others simply bowed. "See if Mr. Elmendorf is anywhere about," said Captain Morris to a messenger. But it was ten minutes before that intellectual party appeared. The great strike had collapsed, the leaders were under the indictment of the law, and this particular agitator's occupation, like that of hundreds of his hapless dupes, was gone. Nevertheless it pleased him to lurk about the neighborhood until fifteen minutes after the appointed time, so that he might be the last to arrive and might thereby keep the so-called upper classes waiting. The moment he arrived the chief of staff proceeded to business. "You set four o'clock as the time you would appear to make your charges, Mr. Elmendorf, and we've been waiting here a quarter of an hour." "Affairs of greater importance, sir, occupied my time." "Oh, yes; our janitor tells us that you have been communing with yourself over a glass of beer in the saloon across the way for the last hour.--Gentlemen, I received a letter from Mr. Elmendorf yesterday morning, which I will read: