You will remember that some of the money was to be spent immediately.' Her tone was cold and restrained, but he thought it trembled a little.
'I know,' he interrupted, 'on cottages and the hospital.

Money oozes away at every pore! I shall be a bare beggar after the war.

Have you the contract there?
Or did Dell take it ?' Elizabeth drew a roll of blue paper out of her pocket.

Her indignation made her speechless.

All the endless negotiations, Captain Dell's work, her work--to go for nothing! What was the use of trying to serve--to work with such a man?
The Squire took the roll from her and searched his pockets for a fountain-pen.
'I will make some notes on it now for Dell's guidance.