“You sent her ten pounds?” he gasped.
“Yes, yes,” said Neaera. “I can’t let the creature starve.”
“But why in the world did she send it back to Gerald?”
“Oh, can’t you see? Why, you said you were Gerald; at least, it came to that.”
“And she meant to send it to me?”
“Yes, but I had told her my Mr. Neston was Lord Tottlebury’s son; so I suppose the letter has gone to Gerald. It must have, if you haven’t got it.”
“But why should she send it to either of us?”
“Oh, because I said I sent it with Mr. Neston’s approval.”
“That wasn’t true.”