It was but feebly that she regretted the loss to her Samuel Bolton Pole.
"Your memory's worth more than that!" she said as she filled her purse with the notes.

"Anyhow, now I can treat somebody," and she threw a wink of promise at Adela.

Adela's eyes took refuge with her papa, who leaned over to her, and said: "You won't mind waiting till you see me again?
She's taken all I had." Adela nodded blankly, and the next moment, with an angry glance toward Mrs.Chump, "Papa," said she, "if you wish to see servants in the house on your return, you must yourself speak to them, and tell them that we, their master and mistresses, do not regard them as thieves." Out of this there came a quarrel as furious as the ladies would permit it to be.

For Mrs.Chump, though willing to condone the offence for the sum she had received, stuck infamy upon the whole list of them.

"The Celtic nature," murmured Cornelia.