May the Lord bring her forth from the furnace refined by
fire, and punish them who may have persecuted her!"
"Cal is going into a decline on her account," said Knox. "I know it by
seeing him eat waffles. She refused Cal one day, and he came home and
eat all the cold meat in the house."
"Mr. Salter," the hostess said, raising her voice, "you have a beautiful
woman for a landlady. Is she well?"
"Very melancholy," said Duff Salter. "Why don't you visit her?"
"Really," said the hostess, "there is so much feeling against Agnes
that, considering Papa Van de Lear's position in Kensington, I have been
afraid. Agnes is quite too clever for me!"
"I hope she will be," said Duff Salter, relapsing to his coffee.
"He didn't hear what you said, Lot," exclaimed Calvin. "The old man has
to guess at what we halloo at him."
"Have you appraised the estate of the late William Zane?" asked the
minister, with his bold pulpit voice, which Salter could hear easily.
"Yes," replied the deaf guest. "It comes out strong. It is worth, clear
of everything and not including doubtful credits, one hundred and eighty
thousand dollars."
"That is the largest estate in Kensington," exclaimed the clergyman.
"I shall release it all within one week to Miss Agnes," said Duff
Salter.
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