She reverted to Mr.
Sharon and the money, however, as they returned by the path across the fields.
"I am sure you will not be offended with me," she said gently, "if I own that I am uneasy about the expense.

I am allowing you to use your purse as if it was mine--and I have hardly any savings of my own." Moody entreated her not to speak of it.

"How can I put my money to a better use than in serving your interests ?" he asked.

"My one object in life is to relieve you of your present anxieties.

I shall be the happiest man living if you only owe a moment's happiness to my exertions!" Isabel took his hand, and looked at him with grateful tears in her eyes.
"How good you are to me, Mr.Moody!" she said.