"By George!" said the lawyer, "you're a cool hand, and no mistake!" He could not gainsay Markworth's statement, however; so, unlocking his cash box, and taking out five ten pound notes, he handed them to him reluctantly. "There they are, and much good may they do you!" said Mr Trump, ruefully--He felt just as if he had been the victim of a practical joke. Markworth, after counting them over carefully, pocketed the notes with the utmost _sang froid_. "I suppose you will inform Mrs Hartshorne of her daughter's marriage?" "Of course, sir, of course! I shall make it my business to go down there myself at once." "Aye, do, my dear sir! and get all those unpleasant details over. I'm myself going down to-morrow, and should not like to be bothered in having to make any explanation." "You'll get as much as you want," said Mr Trump, significantly, "when you come across the old lady." And Mr Trump bethought him, with ill-concealed satisfaction, of the reception with which Markworth would probably meet; it would be a sort of tit-for-tat, or _quid pro quo_, for the "sell" he had just been made a victim of, in having to hand over that fifty pounds to the very man who had caused all the worry of Susan's disappearance. "You won't get any money out of her," he thought. "I shall instruct my solicitors," said Markworth, as he turned to leave the room, after making the first move of his game of chess, "to substantiate my marriage, which can be easily done, and claim my wife's fortune." "You had better," said Mr Trump, savagely; "you won't get it, my dear sir, without a fight, I can tell you!" "Ha--um! _we_ will see," said Markworth, putting on his hat. "Good morning, gentlemen--good morning!" and he went out. "Morning!" grunted Mr Trump, feeling as if he had undergone a defeat; and "Morning," echoed Mr Sequence, who had been listening carefully all the time, without putting in a word. He had the whole conversation, however, stored up in his brain for the future use of the firm. Volume 2, Chapter V. CONVALESCENT. At the commencement of the fifth chapter of the veracious history of the Knight of La Mancha, it is related that "Don Quixote perceiving that he was not able to stir, resolved to have recourse to his signal remedy, which was to bethink himself what passage in his books might afford him comfort; and presently this fully brought to his remembrance that story of Baldwin and the Marquis of Mantua, when Charlotte left the former wounded on the mountain: a story learned and known by little children,"--as the author proceeds to comment,--"not unknown to young men and women, celebrated and even received by the old, and yet not a jot more authentic than the miracles of Mahomet."