“What is it?”
“You’ve got one for fifty pounds?”
“Yes.”
“I will ask Mr. Chipps to change it. He’ll have no objection to oblige either of us.”
“But he’ll want to know where we got it from.”
“I will tell him, my dear—a legacy, a legacy. Don’t you see it was bequeathed to you by a relative? I have promised to see him either to-day or to-morrow. I will take this note with me.”
“As you please. I leave it to you. Indeed, without you I know not how I should get on at all.”
Having agreed upon this course of action Bessie Dalton in the earlier portion of the day started off for the town of Bradford, leaving her friend in charge of her aunt.
The looking-glass in which the notes were found was originally in the possession of an old miser, named Nathan Schreiber.
He was a refiner, and dealt in metals of every description. In addition to this he was a usurer.