"I suppose," pursued Steiner in the same tone, "Mr. ---- would follow you to your new situation. You would select his pictures for him as usual, doubtless." "Doubtless I should," said I with a cool smile that enraged him. "Mr. ---- would follow _me_ certainly, and many others would follow _him_, Mr. Steiner." "I'll tell you what it is," cried Steiner, and a flush overspread his face; "Taylor has been using you for his own purposes. You have been endeavouring to undermine our connexion, and have been serving him at the same time that you have taken our wages." It was not a difficult matter at any time to move me to anger. I approached him, and with a glance of supreme scorn replied, "It is false!--nay, I don't fear you--it's a lie,--an infamous lie!" Steiner was a very powerful man, and in the prime of manhood; I was young, and my limbs were not yet fixed,--not set. He struck me a violent blow on the face. I resisted as well as I was able; but what can weakness do against strength, even though it have justice on its side? He seized me by the cravat, and, forcing his knuckles against my throat, dealt me with the other hand a violent blow on the temple, and felled me to the earth. O that I had never risen from it! It had been better. When I came to my senses, for the blow had for a while stunned me, I arose slowly, and with difficulty. Steiner was still standing over me in malignant triumph, and I could see in the expression of his eyes the gratified conviction he felt of having repaid the long score of ancient grudges in which he was indebted to me. His wife was clinging to his arm, and as I looked into her face I perceived terror in it, certainly; but there was no sympathy,--nay, that is not the word,--I could not have borne that; there was no sorrow, no interest, no concern about me. My heart sickened at this. Bromley was there also. He appeared slightly perplexed; and, misconceiving the meaning of my glance, said coldly, but hurriedly, "You brought it entirely upon yourself, Mr. Gibson." I turned away, and walked to the other end of the shop for my hat. I had put it on, and was about leaving them. As I moved towards the door, I was nearly throwing down the little boy, who had followed me, and was now clinging to the skirt of my coat, uttering in imperfect accents my name. I looked down. The little thing wanted to come to me to kiss me. Sweet innocent! there was one yet in the world to love me. I would have taken the child in my arms; but Mrs. Steiner exclaimed abruptly, "Come away, Fred,--do; I insist upon it, sir." From that time, and for a long time, I hated the woman for it.