"The everlasting question with your needy fellow-creatures, 'Where am I to get money ?' is a question that has never passed your lips.

Enviable woman!" He paused once more--surprised and puzzled this time.

"What is the matter, my dear aunt?
You seem to be suffering under some uneasiness." "I am suffering under your conversation," her Ladyship answered sharply.
"Money is a sore subject with me just now," she went on, with her eyes on her nephew, watching the effect of what she said.

"I have spent five hundred pounds this morning with a scrape of my pen.

And, only a week since, I yielded to temptation and made an addition to my picture-gallery." She looked, as she said those words, towards an archway at the further end of the room, closed by curtains of purple velvet.