Ten years passed before Mrs. Carriswood saw her pupil again. During those years the town had increased and prospered; so had the Lossing Art Furniture Works. It was after Harry Lossing had disappointed his father. This is not saying that he had done anything out of the way; he had simply declined to be the fourth Harry Lossing on the rolls of Harvard College. Instead, he proposed to enter the business and to begin by learning his own trade. He was so industrious, he kept at it with such energy that his first convert was his father--no, I am wrong, Mrs. Carriswood was the first; Mrs. Lossing was not a convert, SHE had believed in Harry from the beginning. But all this was years before Mrs. Carriswood's visit. Another of Master Harry's notions was his belief in the necessity of his “meddling”--so his father put it--in the affairs of the town, the state, and the nation, as well as those of the Lossing furniture company. But, though he was pleased to make rather cynical fun of his son's political enthusiasm, esteeming it in a sense a diverting and therefore reprehensible pursuit for a business man, the elder Lossing had a sneaking pride in it, all the same. He liked to bring out Harry's political shrewdness. “Fancy, Margaret,” says he, “whom do you think Harry has brought over to our side now? The shrewdest ward politician in the town--why, you saw him when he was a boy--Tommy Fitzmaurice.” Then Mrs. Carriswood remembered; she asked, amused, how was Tommy and where was he? “Tommy? Oh, he went to the State university; the old man was bound to send him, and he was more dutiful than some sons. He was graduated with honors, and came back to a large, ready-made justice court's practice. Of course he drifted into criminal practice; but he has made a fine income out of that, and is the shrewdest, some folks say the least scrupulous, political manager in the county. And so, Harry, you have persuaded him to cast in his lot with the party of principle, have you? and he is packing the primaries?” “I see nothing dishonest in our trying to get our friends out to vote at the primaries, sir.” “Of course not, but he may not stop there. However, I want Bailey elected, and I am glad he will work for us; what's his price?” Harry blushed a little. “I believe he would like to be city attorney, sir,” said he; and Mr. Lossing laughed. “Would he make a bad one?” asked Mrs. Carriswood. “He would make the best kind of a one,” replied Harry, with youthful fervor; “he's a ward politician and all that, I know; but he has it in him to be an uncommon deal more! And I say, sir, do you know that he and the old man will take twenty-five thousand of the stock at par if we turn ourselves into a corporation?” “How about this new license measure? won't that bear a little bit hard on the old man?” This from Mr. Lossing, who was biting his cigar in deep thought.