"He may claim, but I won't be claimed; and he has no proofs now. It is the most charming relief; and I owe it all to you, you precious little lady! Now there's only one thing more to be done; and if you would but do it for me—" (coaxing and caressing while she asked the question).
"Oh, Cynthia, don't ask me; I cannot do any more. You don't know how sick I go when I think of yesterday, and Mr. Sheepshanks' look."
"It is only a very little thing. I won't burden your conscience with telling you how I got my letters, but it is not through a person I can trust with money; and I must force him to take back his twenty-three pounds odd shillings. I have put it together at the rate of five per cent., and it's sealed up. Oh, Molly, I should go off with such a light heart if you would only try to get it safely to him. It's the last thing; there would be no immediate hurry, you know. You might meet him by chance in a shop, in the street, even at a party—and if you only had it with you in your pocket, there would be nothing so easy."
Molly was silent. "Papa would give it to him. There would be no harm in that. I would tell him he must ask no questions as to what it was."
"Very well," said Cynthia, "have it your own way. I think my way is the best: for if any of this affair comes out— But you've done a great deal for me already, and I won't blame you now for declining to do any more!"
"I do so dislike having these underhand dealings with him," pleaded Molly.
"Underhand! just simply giving him a letter from me! If I left a note for Miss Browning, should you dislike giving it to her?"
"You know that's very different. I could do it openly."
"And yet there might be writing in that; and there wouldn't be a line with the money. It would only be the winding-up—the honourable, honest winding-up of an affair which has worried me for years. But do as you like!"
"Give it me!" said Molly. "I will try."