"Certainly, most certainly, we are," said Isaac with solemnity. He was agreeably flattered by this tribute to the greatness of his house.
"I thought I did right in promising that we would do our very best for her."
"Of course you were. But that's all settled. Mr. Pilkington knows that I'm prepared to meet his wishes."
"His wishes?"
"He gave me to understand that he was anxious to have a sum to hand over to the young lady. In fact, he wrote me a most touching appeal."
"What d——d impertinence! He had no business to appeal!"
"Well, per'aps it wasn't strictly business-like. But I think, under the circumstances, 'e was morally—morally—justified. And I think he will consider I've responded very handsomely."
"You've made him an offer, then?"
"I made it three days ago, provisionally, and he's accepted it," said Isaac, with some heat. "Why, he's got the cheque."
"For how much?"