"That I will, Timothy, with pleasure;" and I then stated all that had passed between his lordship and me.
"And now, you observe, Timothy, I have gained what I desired, an introduction into the best society."
"And the means of keeping up your appearance," echoed Timothy, rubbing his hands. "A thousand pounds will last a long while."
"It will last a very long while, Tim, for I never will touch it; it would be swindling."
"So it would," replied Tim, his countenance falling; "well, I never thought of that."
"I have thought of much more, Tim; recollect I must, in a very short time, be exposed to Lord Windermear, for the real Mr Neville will soon come home."
"Good heavens! what will become of us?" replied Timothy, with alarm in his countenance.
"Nothing can hurt you, Tim, the anger will be all upon me; but I am prepared to face it, and I would face twice as much for the distant hope of finding my father. Whatever Lord Windermear may feel inclined to do, he can do nothing; and my possession of the secret will ensure even more than my safety; it will afford me his protection, if I demand it."
"I hope it may prove so," replied Timothy, "but I feel a little frightened."
"I do not; to-morrow I shall give my letter of introduction, and then I will prosecute my search. So now, my dear Tim, good-night."