Then Leonard thought she had been humbled and insulted, and remembered that she was a gentleman’s child, and felt for her wounded pride, he was so proud himself. Yet still he was embarrassed.
“Shall I keep the purse again, Leonard?” said Helen, coaxingly.
“Alas!” replied Leonard, “the purse is empty.”
“That is very naughty in the purse,” said Helen, “since you put so much into it.”
“Did not you say that you made, at least, a guinea a week?”
“Yes; but Burley takes the money; and then, poor fellow! as I owe all to him, I have not the heart to prevent him spending it as he likes.”
“Please, I wish you could settle the month’s rent,” said the landlady, suddenly showing herself. She said it civilly, but with firmness.
Leonard coloured. “It shall be paid to-day.”
Then he pressed his hat on his head, and putting Helen gently aside, went forth.
“Speak to me in future, kind Mrs. Smedley,” said Helen, with the air of a housewife. “He is always in study, and must not be disturbed.”