When Julius Gibbon saw the door open and Philip Stark enter the room where he was smoking his noon cigar, his heart quickened its pulsations and he turned pale. "How are you, old friend?" said Stark, boisterously. "Funny, isn't it, that I should run across your nephew?" "Very strange!" ejaculated Gibbon, looking the reverse of joyous. "It's a happy meeting, isn't it? We used to see a good deal of each other," and he laughed in a way that Gibbon was far from enjoying. "Now, I've come over to have a good, long chat with you. Leonard, I think we won't keep you, as you wouldn't be interested in our talk about old times." "Yes, Leonard, you may leave us," added his uncle. Leonard's curiosity was excited, and he would have been glad to remain, but as there was no help for it, he went out.

