“Nay, tell me your address.”
“What for? To tell that cruel—laughing—”
“Nay then, for myself.”
“That's a different thing. I respect you. But her, I mean to hate, as much as I loved her.”
He gave Jael his address, and then got out of the house as fast as he could.
That evening Grace Carden surprised her father, by coming into his study. “Papa,” said she, “I am come to ask a favor. You must not refuse me. But I don't know that you ever did. Dearest, I want L50.”
“Well, my child; just tell me what it is for.”
“It is for Mr. Little; for his lessons.”
“Well, but L50!”
“He has given me a good many. And to tell you the truth, papa, I dismissed him rather unceremoniously; and now I should be glad to soften the blow a little, if I can. Do be very good and obedient, dear papa, and write what I shall dictate. PLEASE.”