"Why, as to that, I believe it is a long time since the house has had anything to do with his concerns," returned the venerable President, abstractedly gazing at Balder's high boots; "but I'll ask Mr. Dyke. He remembers everything." That gentleman (who had not passed an easy moment since Mr. Helwyse's arrival) was now called in, and his suspense regarding the mysterious visitor soon relieved. In respect to Doctor Glyphic's affair he was ready and explicit. "No dollar of his money has been through our hands since winter of Eighteen thirty-five--six, Mr. Helwyse, sir,--winter following your and your respected father's departure for foreign parts," stated Mr. Dyke, straightening his mouth, and planting his fist on his hip. "Hm--hm!" murmured the President, standing thin and bent before the empty fireplace, a coat-tail over each arm. "You have heard nothing of him since then?" "Nothing, Mr. Helwyse, sir! Reverend Manetho Glyphic--understood to be the Doctor's adopted son--came here and effected the transfer, under authority, of course, of his foster-father's signature. Where the property is at this moment, how invested with what returns, neither the President nor I can inform you, sir." "Hm--hm!" remarked Mr. MacGentle again. It was a favorite comment of his upon business topics. "It is possible I may be a very wealthy man," said Balder, when Mr. Dyke had made his resolute bow and withdrawn. "But I hope my uncle is alive. It would be a loss not to have known so eccentric a man. I have a miniature of him which I have often studied, so that I shall know him when we meet. Can he be married, do you think?" "Why no, Balder; no, I should hardly think so," answered Mr. MacGentle, who, at the departure of his confidential clerk, had relapsed into his unofficial position and manner. "By the way, do _you_ contemplate that step?" "It is said to be an impediment to great enterprises. I could learn little by domestic life that I could not learn better otherwise." "Hm,--we could not do without woman, you know." "If I could marry Woman, I would do it," said the young man, unblushingly. "But a single crumb from that great loaf would be of no use to me." "Ah, you haven't learned to appreciate women! You never knew your mother, Balder; and your sister was lost before she was old enough to be anything to you. By the way, I have always cherished a hope that she might yet be found. Perhaps she may,--perhaps she may." Balder looked perplexed, till, thinking the old gentleman might be referring to a reunion in a future state, he said,-- "You believe that people recognize one another in the next world, Mr. MacGentle?" "Perhaps,--perhaps; but why not here as well?" murmured the other, in reply; and Balder, suspecting a return of absent-mindedness, yielded the point. He had grown up in the belief that his twin-sister had died in her infancy; but his venerable friend appeared to be under a different impression.