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 "Why mother, how could they be bribed when they were under oath to tell the truth?"

Mrs. Claremont smiled sadly at the check his enthusiasm had received upon his favorite theme, and his unconsciousness of the intrigue and wickedness carried on in its name.

"There are sometimes doubtful points which an unscrupulous man may, with a little cunning, bring to the advantage of his own side without directly violating that moral principle which he barters away for money."

"When I am a man and get to be a lawyer, as I mean to be, I shall look after some of these rogues, and I don't believe they would dare to face me with their money bought arguments which I would demolish in the name of that justice law was framed to secure," replied he with great warmth which drew another smile from his mother at his youthful ardor.

"I suppose Rosalind will not care to have that young artist invited here," resumed he after a pause.

"Why? I do not think she can have any objection."

"No, I suppose not, only she must be embarrassed to see him after treating him so unceremoniously. She looked at him, and walked straight by without answering a word. I guess he was puzzled enough by the way he watched her, but he almost smiled. She put on such an air of defiance as if she thought it was impudent for him to ask her to come in. They say artists must study human nature to be successful, and I shouldn't wonder if it would please him right well to have an opportunity to get hold of such a