“When and where?”
“Well, I said as ’ow the carriage might not be wanted after five, an’ I would walk to the other side of the green, when there would not be so many people about.”
“And what were you to tell him?”
“Well, just any gossip that was goin’, especially about Mr. Schwartz.”
“And how much did he promise to give you?”
Jim looked rather sheepish. His skin is the color of a brick, but I fancy he took on a beet-root tinge.
“I believe a sovereign was mentioned, miss,” he admitted.
“Here is your sovereign, James. Please oblige me by not meeting Prince John to-night.”
“Oh, I can’t take it. I really can’t; not from you, Miss Millicent. Why, I could never look you in the face again.”
“Take it, please. It is not my money. You know very well that I have no sovereigns to give away. And, when you meet the prince, I want you to tell him plainly that you must not hold any further conversation with him. If my father knew of yesterday’s talk he would be exceedingly angry.”