don't know what else you can
do. You'll be sure to have money when you come back from the Continent."

"You couldn't lend it me; could you?"

"Who? I? Did you ever know me have any money in hand since I was
married? I have the name of an allowance, but it is always spent before
it comes to me, and I am always in debt."

"Would Hugh--let me have it?"

"What, give it you?"

"Well, it wouldn't be so very much for him. I never asked him for a
pound yet."

"I think he would say something you wouldn't like if you were to ask
him; but of course, you can try it if you please."

"Then what am I to do?"

"Lord Ongar should have let you keep your own fortune. It would have
been nothing to him."

"Hugh didn't let you keep your own fortune."

"But the money which will be nothing to Lord Ongar was a good deal to
Hugh. You're going to have sixty thousand a year, while we have to do
with seven or eight. Besides, I hadn't been out in London, and it wasn't
likely I should owe much in Nice. He did ask me, and there was
something."

"What am I to do, Hermy?"

"Write and ask Lord Ongar to let you have what you want out of your own
money. Write to-day, so that he may get your letter before he comes."

"Oh, dear! oh, dear! I never wrote a word to him yet, and to begin with
asking him for money!"

"I don't think he can be angry with you for that."

"I shouldn't know what to say. Would you write for me, and let me see
how it looks?"

This Lady Clavering did; and had she refused to do it, I think that poor
Harry Clavering's check would have been used. As it was, Lady Clavering
wrote the letter to "My dear Lord Ongar," and it was copied and signed
by "Yours most affectionately, Julia Brabazon." The effect of this was
the receipt of a check for a thousand pounds in a very pretty note from
Lord Ongar, which the lord brought with him to Clavering, and sent up to
Julia as he was dressing for dinner. It was an extremely comfortable
arrangement, and Julia was very glad of the money--feeling it to be a
portion of that which was her own. And Harry's check had been returned
to him on the day of its receipt. "Of course I cannot take it, and of
course you should not have sent it." These words were written on the
morsel of paper in which the money was returned. But Miss Brabazon had
torn the signature off the check, so that it might be safe, whereas
Harry Clavering had taken no precaution with it whatever. But then Harry
Clavering had