“Two hundred dollars!” exclaimed Herbert, in joyful excitement. “Are you really in earnest?”
“Most unquestionably.”
“I am very grateful to you, sir; you can’t understand how great a service you have rendered me,” said Herbert, grasping Mr. Sharp’s hand, and wringing it with cordial energy. “Just as you came in I was on the point of writing a letter, accepting a proposition which would cut me off forever from my favorite work.”
“You won’t write it, now, Herbert?” said Helen, archly.
“I shall write a different letter, Helen. Once more, Mr. Sharp, let me thank you.”
“I do not deserve your thanks. Some day I will introduce you to the real purchaser of the painting. Meanwhile, I have a commission for you. I am authorized, by my friend, to order another picture at the same price. Will you undertake it?”
“Most willingly; most gratefully.”
“The subject shall be left to your own taste and judgment.”
“I hope to deserve this generous confidence.”
“Perhaps, Herbert, you would rather go into your uncle’s store,” said Helen, smiling happily.