“Of course I haven’t. I suppose I’ll need five pounds to come and go.”
“Take ten,” said she, pushing the notes towards him. “I will try and settle matters with my uncle later.”
“By St. Peter! you ought to have been born a lady with a fine estate,” cried he, rapturously. “You have a grand way of doing things, anyhow!”
She smiled at the flattery; it was not at all displeasing to her, and she held out her hand to him as she said “Good-by.”
“You’ll see me here by Saturday next, if I’m alive.”
“May it be with good news,” said she, waving a good-by. “My love to old grandfather.” Scarcely was the last word uttered, when Luttrell opened the door stealthily, and peeped in.
“How long this interview has lasted, Kate,” said he; “what have you done?”
“You must wait till next Saturday, uncle, for my answer, and I hope it will content you.”
“Why not tell me now?”
“Because I could not tell you enough, Sir.”