You don't seem to understand, Harry--and, perhaps, it would be odd if you did--that I can't run up to town and back as I please.

I ought not to tell you this, I dare say, but one feels as though one wanted to talk to some one about one's affairs.

At the present moment, I have not the money to go--even if there was no other reason." These last words she said almost in a whisper, and then she looked up into the young man's face, to see what he thought of the communication she had made him.
"Oh, money!" he said.

"You could soon get money.

But I hope it won't be long before you go." On the next morning but one, a letter came by the post for him from Lady Ongar.