"Did you send the letter I wrote for you?"
"Yes," answered Amy.
"And did he send you the two hundred pounds?"
"Directly," rejoined Amy, "with a letter full of professions of the deepest gratitude."
"And where is that poor dear little man now?" inquired I.
"God knows!" replied Amy. "I have been denied to him ever since. Sydenham has been telling me that I am too beautiful, and it would really be too great a sacrifice for me to throw myself away on Palmella."
"Did Sydenham say your returning the two hundred pounds would be too great a sacrifice also?"
"No! but I have spent it."
It was now growing late, and we separated.