“Well, what success?”
“He gave me some money,—he promised me more.”
“How much has he given you?” cried he, eagerly.
“Two hundred, I think; at least I thought he said there was two hundred,—he gave me his pocket-book. Let me reach the house, and have a glass of water before you question me more. I am tired,—very tired.”
“You seem weak, too; have you eaten nothing?”
“No, nothing.”
“There is some supper on the table. We have had guests here. Old Lendrick and his daughter came up with Beattie. They are not above half an hour gone. They thought to see the old man, but Beattie found him so excited and irritable he advised them to defer the visit.”
“Did you see them?”
“Yes; I passed the evening with them most amicably. The girl is wonderfully good-looking; and she has got rid of that shy, half-furtive way she had formerly, and looks at one steadfastly, and with such a pair of eyes too! I had no notion she was so beautiful.”
“Were they cordial in manner,—friendly?”