though ashamed to express the emotions which
agitated his soul. Altogether, his features were classic; but there was
something about them which the moralist would not like--a sort of
lascivious softness mingling with the nobler intellectual expression,
that warned him to beware of the Siren, while he admired the Apollo.
The marks of vice were visible in his countenance. They had not yet
become canker-spots on the surface, but they rankled and festered
beneath that fair field of physical and intellectual grandeur.
The young attorney was dressed in the extreme of fashion, yet in good
taste. Though he wore all the fashion demanded, he did not court
ridicule by overstepping its flickering lines. He was not the
over-dressed dandy, but the full-dressed gentleman of refined taste, in
his external appearance.
Anthony Maxwell had been educated at a northern institution. A year
before his introduction to the reader, he had entered his father's office
in the capacity of a partner, where, by an assumed devotion to business,
he had effectually deceived his father and his clients into the belief that
he was a steady, industrious young man. His talents were of a very
respectable order, which, superadded to a native eloquence and an
engaging demeanor, had enabled him to acquit himself with much
credit in the cases intrusted to his management. A few months after his
professional _début_, his father's decease had placed him in possession
of a very lucrative practice and a moderate fortune, thus enabling him
in some degree to follow the bent of his own inclinations. To those
whose habits and desires were similar to his own, he was not long in
unfolding his true character, though not to a sufficient extent to destroy
at once his professional prospects. The irresponsible life of the man of
leisure had more charms to him than an honorable distinction in his
profession. To labor in any form he had an intolerable repugnance. His
fortune was not sufficient to allow an entire neglect of business;
therefore he determined to practise law in an easy manner, until a rich
wife, or the "tricks" of his craft, would permit an entire devotion to the
pleasures of affluence.
In accordance with this idea, his first step, after the death of his father,
had been to locate himself in the magnificent apartments we have
described. He gave up the house in which his father had dwelt, and,
fitting up a sleeping-room in the rear of the office with oriental
splendor, his life and habits were free from the scrutinizing gaze of
friend and foe, and he found himself situated as nearly to his mind as
his income would permit. These indications of a dissolute life were
viewed with distrust by the more respectable of his clients. His
subsequent actions were not calculated to increase their confidence; yet,
for the respect they bore to the father's memory, they were slow in
casting off the son.
Mr. Maxwell smoked his cigar, and occasionally uttered an impatient
exclamation, as though some scheme he was turning in his mind
refused to accommodate itself to his means. He was evidently engaged
in the consideration of some complicated affair; and the more he
thought, the more impatient he grew. He finished his cigar, and lit
another; still the knotty point was not conquered. His haggard
countenance at one moment was lighted up, as though success had
dawned upon his mental contest; but at the next moment it darkened
into disappointment, which he vented in an audible oath.
While thus laboring in his perplexity, the door communicating with the
ante-chamber was opened, and the boy in attendance very formally
announced "Miss Dumont."
This announcement seemed to dissipate the vexatious clouds which had
environed the attorney, and a light and cheerful smile came, as if by
magic, upon his care-worn features, as he apologized to the lady for the
smoky atmosphere of the room.
"I trust your honored father is well," said he, after disposing of the
usual commonplace introductions of conversation.
"I regret to say that his failing health is the occasion of this visit,"
replied the lady, in a cold and even serious tone. "I have called to
request your immediate attendance at Bellevue. My father has some
business matters upon which he requires your professional advice."
"Col. Dumout, I trust, is not seriously ill," returned Maxwell, with an
appearance of sympathy.
"He is confined to his room, but not entirely to his bed. When shall I
say you will come?" said the lady.
"I will be there within an hour after your own arrival, if you go direct."
"Very well, sir;" and she turned to depart.
This intention on the part of the lady did not seem to meet the
approbation of the attorney.
"Stay a moment, Miss Dumont," said he, in an
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