"You might let me have a hundred pounds," she answered.
"What an extravagant piece it is! But I can let you have more than that."
"A hundred will do, father." And Hunt drew her a cheque on the spot.
CHAPTER XI.
THE FANCY BALL.
It was the night of Lady Marsden's fancy ball, and the crowd outside the beautiful grounds of Kenmuir House at Goring grew greater each moment. Policemen were stationed near, in order to keep a free passage for the stream of carriages which came up continually.