Power produced a card and pencil, while Miss Macan wrote a few lines, saying, as she handed it—
“There, now, don’t read it here before all the people; they’ll think it mighty indelicate in me to make an appointment.”
Power pocketed the card, and the next minute Miss Macan’s carriage was announced.
When she had taken her departure, “Doubt it who will,” said Power, “she has invited me to call on her to-morrow—written her address on my card—told me the hour she is certain of being alone. See here!” At these words he pulled forth the card, and handed it to a friend.
Scarcely were the eyes of the latter thrown upon the writing, when he said, “So, this isn’t it, Power!”
“To be sure it is, man. Read it out. Proclaim aloud my victory.”
Thus urged, his friend read:—
“Dear P.,—Please pay to my credit—and soon, mark ye—the two ponies lost this evening. I have done myself the pleasure of enjoying your ball, kissed the lady, quizzed the papa and walked into the cunning Fred Power.—Yours,
“Frank Webber.