"Yes."
"Of course, I don't want to interfere, but I think you will need to be on your guard. He is evidently bent on getting all he can out of you."
"That is your judgment, is it, Louisa?"
"Yes. Aunt Eliza, since you ask me."
"He has done me a service this morning. He has brought to my notice a son of one of my old school mates who is in a strait, and I have just sent him fifty dollars."
"By that boy?"
"Yes. Why not?"
"Are you sure the person to whom you sent the money will ever get it?"
"Please speak out what you mean. Don't hint. I hate hints."
"In plain terms, then, I think the boy will keep the money himself, or, at any rate, a part of it."