A loud and general laugh greeted this boast.
Then Maxley snatched up his hat in great wrath and some anxiety, and went out followed by a peal.
In five minutes he was at home; and tossed the note into his wife's lap. She was knitting by a farthing dip. “Dame,” said he, controlling all appearance of anxiety, “what d'ye call that?”
She took up the note and held it close to the candle.
“Why, Jem, it is a ten-pound note, one of Hardie's—as was.”
“Then what were those fools laughing at?” And he told her all that had happened.
Mrs. Maxley dropped her knitting and stood up trembling. “Why, you told me you had got our money all safe out!”
“Well, and so I have, ye foolish woman; and he drew the whole packet out of his pocket and flung them fiercely on the table. Mrs. Maxley ran her finger and eye over them, and uttered a scream of anger and despair.
“These! these be all Hardie's notes,” she cried; “and what vally be Hardie's notes when Hardie's be broke?”
Maxley staggered as if he had been shot.