“On returning home, I looked over my money, and found seventy of his one-pound notes. I paid them into Mr. Heritage’s bank, who immediately, by his agent, paid them in to Dakeyne, so that we might not be the means of defrauding any other innocent person.”
“Ah! now I see,” said Letty, archly, “why you praise the Friends so.”
“Hussy!” said Mr. Woodburn, “that’s the way you treat your father’s motives, eh!” And he shook his finger in playful menace at her.
At this moment up rode Harry Thorsby, and soon came rapidly in.
“Well, you won’t go to this party at Fair Manor, of course?”
“We are all going,” said Mr. Woodburn, with a sort of brusque jollity.
“You are?” And Thorsby looked silently from one to another.
“Not Letty, though?” he added.
“Yes, Letty and all,” said Mr. Woodburn.
“Are not you a little cracked?” asked Thorsby, gravely. “After what passed lately—why, I can scarcely credit my senses.”