"A man like Mr.
Masters is better without such a blackguard as that," the Lord had said.

Then Runciman had replied, "No doubt, my Lord; no doubt.

But Dillsborough is a poor place, and business is business, my Lord." Then Lord Rufford had remembered it, and the letter which the attorney was somewhat triumphantly reading had been the consequence.
"Is that you, Mary?
What can I do for you, my love ?" "Papa, I want you to read this." Then Mr.Masters read the letter.
"I should so like to go." "Should you, my dear ?" "Oh yes! Lady Ushant has been so kind to me,--all my life! And I do so love her!" "What does mamma say ?" "I haven't asked mamma." "Is there any reason why you shouldn't go ?" Of that one reason,--as to Larry Twentyman,--of course she would say nothing.

She must leave him to discuss that with her mother.
"I should want some clothes, papa; a dress, and some boots, and a new hat, and there would be money for the journey and a few other things." The attorney winced, but at the same time remembered that something was due to his eldest child in the way of garments and relaxation.

"I never like to be an expense, papa." "You are very good about that, my dear.