Yet, if necessary, guesses can be made. So it came to pass that Mr. Vivian bowed the manufacturer's daughter from his emporium, and, with the sweet smell of his wares in his nostrils, raised eyes of loving kindness from the profitable order in his hand, due account thereof to be rendered unto Obadiah for payment, and gazed after her in respectful admiration. Shortly after this, the judicial solemnity of the chamber of Hezekiah Wilkins, Attorney at Law, situate and being, opposite the suite of Obadiah, was disturbed by a timid knock. It failed to attract Hezekiah's attention. This was strange. The room was not unusually large. Also, its size was diminished by cases of reports, digests and encyclopedias covering the walls, except where they were pierced by the windows and door or broken by the fireplace and its broad chimney face. Upon this hung a picture of the Supreme Court and on the mantel below stood a bust of John Marshall, the stern eyes of which viewed the polished back of Hezekiah's head as he sat at his desk. It is possible that the lawyer was preoccupied through profound consideration of some abstract point of law. Before him lay an open court report and his desk was littered with documents. His head was bowed forward, his hands clasped over his abdomen and his eyes closed. "Tap--tap," sounded again at the door. Hezekiah brushed at his face as if to shoo a disturbing fly. Yet, so deep were his meditations that he failed to note the interruption. "Knock--knock--bang." The noise swelled to a well-defined blow of sufficient authority to recall the greatest mental concentration from the most tortuous legal labyrinth of the most learned court in the world. Hezekiah jumped. He raised his head with a jerk and his eyes opened. One unacquainted with the abysmal excogitations of judicial mentalities might describe them as having a startled look. He rubbed them with his fists, stroked his smooth shaven cheeks and replaced his glasses on his nose. Having by such simple expedients withdrawn his mind from the fathomless depths of legal lore into which it seemingly had been plunged, he shouted, "Come in." Virginia entered. Hezekiah, recognizing the daughter of his employer, sprang to his feet, greeting her, "I am honored, indeed, Miss Dale." "Mr. Wilkins, my father says that I have done wrong in allowing you to come to our house twice and not find me at home." She smiled sweetly at him as she held out her hand to him. "I am sorry. I thought that my best apology would be to save you another trip by coming to see you." "You are very considerate, Miss Dale," he responded, as he offered her his visitor's chair. She sat down filled with great curiosity as to his business with her. He did not approach it directly. "We are having beautiful weather, Miss Dale. Being given to out of door pursuits and pastimes--athletic, as it were--you must find it very agreeable."