"Ay. Good bye," he kindly added, as he walked away to catch an omnibus that would take him to Orville.
He went to Mrs. Paradyne's on his arrival there. That lady was alone, evidently in a very aggrieved temper. She sat in her usual place on the sofa, in a once handsome but now faded muslin gown, garnished with seagreen ribbons. Her bonnet lay on the table.
"What is the matter?" inquired Mr. Henry.
"The matter is, that Mary has not come home, and she knows she was to have gone out with me," was Mrs. Paradyne's fretful answer. "I can't think what is keeping her. Mrs. Hill should not do it."
He sat down by her on the sofa, reached out his pocket-book, and gave her five of the bank-notes lying in it.
"I took my translation in to-day," was all he said. Mrs. Paradyne began counting them. She looked up.
"I thought you were to receive thirty pounds for it. You have always said so."
"I did receive thirty. But—"
"You have given me only twenty-five," came the quick interruption; and the tone was not a pleasant one.
"I have kept one of the notes. I am sorry to have to do so, but I want it."