Lady Lydiard wrote a check.
"Take that to the banker's, and bring back a five-hundred pound note," she said.

"I'll inclose it to the clergyman as coming from 'an unknown friend.' And be quick about it.

I am only a fallible mortal, Moody.
Don't leave me time enough to take the stingy view of five hundred pounds." Moody went out with the check.

No delay was to be apprehended in obtaining the money; the banking-house was hard by, in St.James's Street.

Left alone, Lady Lydiard decided on occupying her mind in the generous direction by composing her anonymous letter to the clergyman.
She had just taken a sheet of note-paper from her desk, when a servant appeared at the door announcing a visitor-- "Mr.Felix Sweetsir!".