As Palmer looked at the stalwart black-bearded man facing him a terrible fear sent a tremor through his slender frame. Suppose the fellow had come to inflict punishment upon him? Suppose he had a cowhide somewhere concealed about his clothes? He felt ready to sink through the floor. "I hope," he said tremulously, "you found my letter satisfactory. I--I didn't know Alameda--I mean Mrs. Churchill--was married." "Oh, that's all right. So you supposed her single?" "I assure you I do." "Well, at any rate she got even with you. She told me of the pitcher of water she threw on you out of the window. How did it feel?" "Very wet," responded Palmer with a faint smile. "Good joke!" said Churchill, laughing boisterously. "I wish I had been there." Somehow Palmer did not enjoy having the scene which had been so harrowing to him recalled. Yet this man must be propitiated. "I was there," he said with a feeble attempt at a joke. "So you were, so you were. When Alameda told me about it I nearly laughed myself to death." Palmer began to recover from his alarm. Evidently the injured husband was not disposed to take things seriously, for he seemed in a good humor. "I hope you don't object to my admiring your wife?" he said. "No, it does credit to your taste, but I can't have you flirting with her." "I assure you my intentions were and are strictly honorable." "Oh, Alameda will take care of that. I'll tell you what I came about." "As long as it isn't about a duel, I don't mind," thought Palmer. "My wife is to have a benefit next Thursday evening. Tickets are a dollar each. How many will you take?" "I'll take one." "Better take two. You can scare up some young lady to take with you." "I don't know many young ladies." "Don't tell me that. You were not so very bashful with Alameda." "I--I believe I'll take two." "All right! Here they are." "I'm afraid I haven't got two dollars with me," said Palmer embarrassed. In fact, he lived so closely up to his income that he seldom had that amount about him. Peter Churchill frowned a little. "I can't leave the tickets without the money," he said. "I'll lend you the money, Mr. Palmer," said Robert. "Thank you," said the senior clerk gratefully. "Won't you take a couple of tickets, young fellow?" asked Churchill. "No, sir. I will use one of Mr. Palmer's tickets." The tickets were paid for and transferred to Palmer's vest-pocket. Then Alameda's husband left the office. "I'm glad he's gone," said Livingston Palmer feebly. "I--I really thought he'd come in to horsewhip me." "I guess he could do it," said Robert, with a smile. "Isn't he a terrible looking ruffian? To think the divine Alameda should be married to such a man!" "It's a pity she didn't meet you first. But I say, Mr. Palmer, you'd better give up paying attentions to her. It wouldn't be safe." "I shall never dare to speak to her again." "And you won't try to alienate her affections from him."