"Yes, I have a boy and a girl, both thinking of marriage, both crippled by the want of money. I must have seven thousand dollars this very day." "I think it can be managed, Mrs. Swinton. I will see my partner about it, and probably let you have a check." Mr. Jevons went fully into her affairs for nearly an hour. Then, he handed her a newspaper, and left the room. She flung down the journal, and started to her feet. Twenty thousand a year! More than half-a-million dollars withheld from her for twenty-five years by a grasping, unnatural father. It was like a wonderful dream. The revelation opened up a prospect of unlimited joy. In a few minutes, Mr. Jevons returned with a signed check for the amount required. He placed it in his client's hand, with a solemn bow. Mrs. Swinton, too much moved to utter thanks, folded the check, and slipped it into the purse in her muff. "Mr. Jevons, what am I to do about the--other money?" "I've just been thinking of that. I mentioned it to my partner. If you wish us to act for you, I will bring pressure upon your father to have it restored at once. There is not the smallest flaw in the will. We must bring pressure." "Undoubtedly--every pressure that the law will allow. Expose him. Shame him. Humiliate him. Prosecute him, if need be." "It is certainly a flagrant instance of the abuse of parental authority. But a suit is quite unnecessary. Your father must hand over to you the half-million, plus compound-interest for twenty-five years--an enormous sum! There can be no possible question of your right to the money. If you wish us to advance anything more--seven thousand dollars is a very small sum--we shall be most happy." "I cannot believe it all yet, Mr. Jevons. I am so accustomed to penury and debt that it sounds like a fairy story. There is one other matter I wish to speak to you about. My son--my son is in trouble. Two checks, signed by my father, for small amounts were altered to larger ones, and cashed at our local bank. The amount in dispute came to seven thousand dollars, and my father declines to be responsible, and wants to force the bank to lose the money. That is why I wanted this check. If I pay them back with this money, the affair will be ended, and nothing more can be said about it. That is so?" "Dear, dear! Raising checks!" "Yes--it was wrong. But it was all my father's fault. He refused to give me money when--but that's nothing to do with it. I want you to tell me it will be all right when the money is paid." "It depends entirely on the bank. Surely, your father will hush the matter up." "No, he wishes us to be disgraced--ruined--just because my husband is a clergyman, and I married contrary to his wishes. He never forgives." "But that was so many years ago! Surely, he won't question the checks." "He has done so--and a warrant is out for my son's arrest."