"Pray don't, Lady Alice. If you think such things, I should prefer not hearing them," murmured Dives, with clerical dignity. "And what I want to ask you now is this," continued Lady Alice; "you are of course aware that he told the Bishop that he wanted that green chamber, for some reason or another, pulled down?" Dives coughed, and said-- "Well, yes, I _have_ heard." "What was his reason, have you any notion?" "He expressed none. My father gave, I believe, no reason. I never heard any," replied the Reverend Dives Marlowe. "You may be very sure he had a reason," continued Lady Alice. "Yes, very likely." "And why is it not done?" persisted Lady Alice. "I can no more say why, than you can," replied Dives. "But why don't you see to it?" demanded she. "See to it! Why, my dear Lady Alice, you must know I have no more power in the matter than Doocey there, or the man in the moon. The house belongs to Jekyl. Suppose you speak to him." "You've a tongue in your head, Dives, when you've an object of your own." Dives flushed again, and looked, for an apostle, rather forbidding. "I have not the faintest notion, Lady Alice, to what you allude." "Whatever else he may have been, Dives, he was your father," continued Lady Alice, not diverted by this collateral issue; "and as his son, it was and is your business to give Jekyl no rest till he complies with that dying injunction." "Jekyl's his own master; what can I do?" "Do as you do where your profit's concerned; tease him as you would for a good living, if he had it to give." "I don't press my interests much upon Jekyl. I've never teased him or anybody else, for anything," answered Dives, grandly. "Come, come, Dives Marlowe; you have duties on earth, and something to think of besides yourself." "I trust I don't need to be reminded of that, Lady Alice," said the cleric, with a bow and a repulsive meekness. "Well, speak to your brother." "I _have_ alluded to the subject, and an opportunity _may_ occur again." "_Make_ one--make an opportunity, Dives." "There are rules, Lady Alice, which we must all observe." "Come, come, Dives Marlowe," said the lady, very tartly, "remember you're a clergyman." "I hope I _do_, madam; and I trust _you_ will too." And the Rector rose, and with an offended bow, and before she could reply, made a second as stiff, and turned away to the table, where he took up a volume and pretended to read the title. "Dives," said the old lady, making no account of his huff, "please to tell Monsieur Varbarriere that I should be very much obliged if he would afford me a few minutes here, if he is not better engaged; that is, it seems to me he has nothing to do there." M. Varbarriere was leaning back in his chair, his hands folded, and the points of his thumbs together; his eyes closed, and his bronzed and heavy features composed, as it seemed, to deep thought; and one of his large shining shoes beating time slowly to the cadences of his ruminations.