“Now, mon cher, that will do,” said the old lady decidedly. “You know I never give money or—”
“I only ask for your name as a patroness or supporter.”
“And you will not have it; so now be a good boy, and go. I’ve got your name down upon my tablets, Arthur, so wait your time. Stop!”
The horses were checked; the footman descended and opened the door, rattling the steps loudly; Arthur Litton leaped out, raised his hat; Lady Littletown kissed the tips of her gloved fingers to him, and the carriage passed on.
“I wonder whether she will,” said the young man, as he walked towards the station. “However, we shall see.”
Volume One—Chapter Ten.
A Dinner for an End.
“My income, my dears, just suffices for my wants,” said Lady Littletown; “and I have never anything to spare for charities and that sort of thing.”