"Twenty pounds!" he repeated, softly.
"Yes, twenty pounds, on condition that you promise not to molest this defenseless girl."
"Put up your money, madam," said Edward Basingstoke, with a noble gesture copied from the best theatrical models, "and dry your eyes. Never shall it be said that Edward Basingstoke was deaf to the voice of a lady in distress. Lay your commands on me, and be assured that, for me, to hear is to obey."
"You are very impertinent, young man," Miss Davenant told him, "and you won't do yourself any good by talking like a book. Clear out of this to-night, and I'll give you twenty pounds. Stay, and take the consequences."
"Meaning—?"
"Well, stay if you like. You won't see her. She won't return to Jevington till you're gone. So I tell you you'd better accept my offer and go."
"Accept your offer and go," repeated Edward.
"Twenty pounds," said the lady, persuasively.
"Tempt me not!" said Edward. "To a man in my position. . . ."
"Exactly."