As to Loveday's £50, she had dared to say nothing to Richard, but kept them, intending to make up the amount already spent, and give them to Frankl. Loveday, meantime, she avoided with constant care.
So two weeks passed, till, one day, Loveday, leaning at the forge-door, happened to say: “Are you interested in current politics? The East Norfolk division is being contested, one of the candidates, Sir Bennett Beaumont, is a friend of mine, and I was thinking that I might go to the meeting to-night, if you could come—”
“I invite you to supper here instead”.
“Not interested?” queried Loveday.
“Not at all. Stop—I'll show you something in which I am interested”.
He ran to a corner, picked up a Pearson's Weekly, and pointed to a paragraph headed:
“FIVE HUNDRED-POUND NOTES!
“FIFTY TEN-POUND NOTES!!
“ONE HUNDRED FIVE-POUND NOTES!!!” —a prize for “the most intelligent” article, explaining the cause, or causes, of “the present distress and commercial crisis”.
Loveday read it smiling.