Very good!' 'I'm afraid you can hardly read it--my fingers tremble a little,' said Mrs.Sturk, with a wild little deprecatory titter, and for the first time very near crying.
''Tis mighty well,' said Dangerfield, politely; and he accompanied the lady with the note and fifty guineas, made up in a little rouleau, fast in her hand, across his little garden, and with--'A fine morning truly,' and 'God bless you, Madam,' and one of his peculiar smiles, he let her out through his little wicket on the high road.

And so away went Mrs.
Sturk, scarce feeling the ground under her feet; and Giles Dangerfield, carrying his white head very erect, with an approving conscience, and his silver spectacles flashing through the leaves of his lilacs and laburnums, returned to his parlour.
Mrs.Sturk, who could hardly keep from running, glided along at a wonderful rate, wondering now and then how quickly the whole affair--so awful as it seemed to her in magnitude--was managed.

Dangerfield had neither hurried her nor himself, and yet he despatched the matter and got her away in less than five minutes.
In little more than a quarter of an hour after, Dr.Sturk descended his door-steps in full costume, and marched down the street and passed the artillery barrack, from his violated fortress, as it were, with colours flying, drums beating, and ball in mouth.

He paid the money down at Nutter's table, in the small room at the Phoenix, where he sat in the morning to receive his rents, eyeing the agent with a fixed smirk of hate and triumph, and telling down each piece on the table with a fierce clink that had the ring of a curse in it.

Little Nutter met his stare of suppressed fury with an eye just as steady and malign and a countenance blackened by disappointment.