"For me! Then I shall dispose some of them here."
"Not with my leave."
"May I not know why?" said Eleanor putting her hand in his to plead for it.
"I do not want to fare too much better than my brethren," he answered with a smile of infinite pleasantness at her. Eleanor's face shewed a sudden accession of intelligence.
"Then, Rowland, let us send the other jalousies to Mr. Balliol to shade his study—with all my heart; and you put up mine here. I did not think about that before. Will you do it?"
"There are plenty of them without taking yours, child."
"Then, O Rowland, why did you not do it before?"
"I have an objection to using other people's property—even for the benefit of my neighbours"—he said, with the provoking smile in the corners of his mouth.
"But it is yours now."
"Well, I make it over to you, to be offered and presented as it seems good to you, to brother Balliol, or to sister Balliol, for his use and behoof."