Lisbeth re-entered with a rather greasy-looking note, which was of course from the butcher, and Mr.
Drake's hand trembled as he opened it.

Mr.Jones wrote that he would not have troubled him, had he not asked for his bill; but, if it was quite convenient, he would be glad to have the amount by the end of the week, as he had a heavy payment to make the following Monday.

Mr.Drake handed the note to his daughter, rose hastily, and left the room.

Dorothy threw it down half-read, and followed him.

He was opening the door, his hat in his hand.
"Where are you going in such a hurry, father dear ?" she said.