"Just one thing more: if ever you think I can help you, you will let me know?"
"That I promise with all my heart," she answered.
"I mean," she added, "if it be a thing I count it right to trouble you about."
The major's face fell.
"I see!" he said; "you won't promise anything. Well, stick to that, and don't promise."
"You wouldn't have me come to you for a new bonnet, would you?"
"By George! shouldn't I be proud to fetch you the best in Regent street by the next train!"
"Or saddle the pony for me?"
"Try me.—But I won't have any more chaff. I throw myself on your generosity, and trust you to remember there is an old man that loves you, and has more money than he knows what to do with."
"I think," said Hester, "the day is sure to come when I shall ask your help. In the meantime, if it be any pleasure to you to know it, I trust you heartily. You are all wrong about lord Gartley though. He is not what you think him."