"That is all; and I shall not want that in a month's time."
"I have brought £100, Leonard," she said, timidly.
"Sensible girl. Hand it over."
Two white hands trembled at the strings of a little bag, and took out ten crisp notes.
Leonard took them with satisfaction.
"There," said he. "This will last me till I have found Bartley and Hope, and made my fortune."
"Hope!" said Mrs. Braham. "Oh, pray keep clear of him! Pray don't attack him again. He is such an able man!"
"I will not attack him again to be defeated. Forewarned, forearmed.
Indeed, if I am to bleed Bartley, I don't know how I can be revenged on
Hope. That is the cruel thing. But don't you trouble about my business,
Lucy, unless," said he, with a sneer, "you can tell me where to find
them, and so save me a lot of money."
"Well, Leonard," said Lucy, "it can't be so very hard to find Hope. You know where that young man lives that you—that I—"
"Oh, Walter Clifford! Yes, of course I know where he lives. At Clifford
Hall, in Derbyshire."