Well, well, times
have changed since when, in the eyes of the august peers of our
motherland, it was considered 'an atrocious crime' to be a young
man."
"Oh, papa, you see I do know a little history--enough to accuse that
'young man' of being guilty of sarcasm in the highest degree."
"Well done, my Madge! Here, take the paper--read me the rest of that
speech of young Lawson's. It is a clever defence, and goes to prove
my words--that he is a young man of sound judgment, and every day
gives proof of greater force."
It was well for Marguerite Verne that the newspaper hid the blushes
that, despite her efforts at self-control, played hide-and-seek upon
the soft, fair cheeks.
"I am waiting, Madge."
The sweet, silvery tones were the only response, and though the
maiden knew it not, there was a tender chord of sympathy that united
father and child more firmly, and bent their thoughts in the same
happy direction.
CHAPTER VIII.
HUBERT TRACY'S DILEMMA.
As Phillip Lawson sat silently poring over a formidable looking
volume, bound in heavy parchment, he was accosted by a familiar
voice.
"Working as usual, Lawson?"
"Yes, sir; I generally find something to keep me out of mischief,"
said the barrister, smiling, in the meantime clearing the proffered
seat of a pile of documents that had been cast aside as useless.
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