"Take off your coat and sit down, Will, and don't look so angry at me. I know that you're not greedy, well enough. Tell me what you are going to do, and let me see if I can help you."
Belton did as he was told; he pulled off his coat and sat himself down by the fire. "I don't know that you can do anything to help me,—at least, not as yet. But I must go and see after her. Perhaps she may be all alone."
"I suppose she is all alone."
"He hasn't gone down, then?"
"Who;—Captain Aylmer? No;—he hasn't gone down, certainly. He is in Yorkshire."
"I'm glad of that!"
"He won't hurry himself. He never does, I fancy. I had a letter from him this morning about Miss Amedroz."
"And what did he say?"
"He desired me to send her seventy-five pounds,—the interest of her aunt's money."
"Seventy-five pounds!" said Will Belton, contemptuously.