"The elder?--Philip?" asked Mr. Beaufort anxiously, and with a fearful remembrance of the energetic and vehement character prematurely exhibited by his nephew. "Pawdon me! I need not aunswer that question." "Sir! a lawsuit of this nature, against one in possession, is very doubtful, and," added the rich man, drawing himself up--"and, perhaps very expensive!" "The young man I speak of does not want friends, who will not grudge the money." "Sir!" said Mr. Beaufort, rising and placing his back to the fire--"sir! what is your object in this communication? Do you come, on the part of the young man, to propose a compromise? If so, be plain!" "I come on my own pawt. It rests with you to say if the young men shall never know it!" "And what do you want?" "Five hundred a year as long as the secret is kept." "And how can you prove that there is a secret, after all?" "By producing the witness if you wish." "Will he go halves in the L500. a year?" asked Mr. Beaufort artfully. "That is moy affair, sir," replied the stranger. "What you say," resumed Mr. Beaufort, "is so extraordinary--so unexpected, and still, to me, seems so improbable, that I must have time to consider. If you will call on me in a week, and produce your facts, I will give you my answer. I am not the man, sir, to wish to keep any one out of his true rights, but I will not yield, on the other hand, to imposture." "If you don't want to keep them out of their rights, I'd best go and tell my young gentlemen," said the stranger, with cool impudence. "I tell you I must have time," repeated Beaufort, disconcerted. "Besides, I have not myself alone to look to, sir," he added, with dignified emphasis--"I am a father!" "This day week I will call on you again. Good evening, Mr. Beaufort!" And the man stretched out his hand with an air of amicable condescension. The respectable Mr. Beaufort changed colour, hesitated, and finally suffered two fingers to be enticed into the grasp of the visitor, whom he ardently wished at that bourne whence no visitor returns. The stranger smiled, stalked to the door, laid his finger on his lip, winked knowingly, and vanished, leaving Mr. Beaufort a prey to such feelings of uneasiness, dread, and terror, as may be experienced by a man whom, on some inch or two of slippery rock, the tides have suddenly surrounded.