Lord Brooking hesitated for a moment.
"Curst if I know," thought he, "since I have never laid eyes on her."
Then he continued, addressing Moore:
"Brunette, dark hair and blue eyes, and a devilishly sweet and mischievous mouth."
"Very well, sir," replied Moore, dipping his pen in the ink.
"One second, Mr. Moore. Here are five sovereigns in advance."
His lordship dropped the coins upon the table as Moore looked up at him, gratitude dumbing his tongue for the moment.
"Finish the verses at your leisure," continued Brooking. "I am in no hurry for them."
"God bless you, sir," stammered Moore, finding speech at last. "You have brought new life and hope to me this day. I 'll never forget your generosity."
"Tut, tut," said his lordship, hastily. "Never mind thanking me. If all goes well you are to get married and be happy if you wish to please me."