The Face of Rosenfeld — page 197: what you’re looking at

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nn ed 190 THH FACH OF ROSENFEL. My Drar Miss MAxty.—lI reply to your request without an instant’s hesitation. The name of the law- yer is Frederick Bornstein, and his office is at 90 Park Row. I know that you will respect this confidence. All that I wish to caution you against is your own enthusiasm. Pray do nothing rash, my dear Miss Maxey. I trust you will always look upon me as your friend, and that you will not hesitate at any time to ask me anything that 1s in my power to grant. Rest assured I shall doit. Mrs. Forsythe is quite ill. She desires me to apologize for her wild words last night. She says that she was suffering excruciating pain all the evening, and said what she did in a delirium brought on by too great and continuous self-restraint. She will convey her apology in person, when she is sufficiently recovered. Yours now, as always, KUSTACE LAMAR. In the afternoon of the same day in which Miss Maxey received this answer, she donned. her street garments and went out. She walked directly to Park Row, and in response to her inquiries, was shown into the presence of a little grey-haired old man with bright eyes, who received her with most scrupulous politeness, in an Inner room open- ing off the main office. “Mr. Bornstein?” said Ellen, coming to business without delay, ‘‘ 1 must throw myself upon your mercy. I mean to say that my visit to you 1s strictly private. It is not known even to my nearest relatives.” ‘‘Give yourself no uneasiness, Miss,” said the old gentleman, shutting the door very carefully. ‘* Listen- ing to confidences is a part of my trade. ‘These walls have no ears.” ‘‘T must first introduce myself to you, sir. Lam Miss Ellen Maxey. My brother, Mr. Julian Maxey, is an artist, and lives at No. 20 Ballavoine Place,”