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      “Then what does she mean by his patience being exhausted?”

      “It is her folly. She chooses to pretend to think that the man is a lover of mine.”

      “Has he got any money?”

      “Yes; lots of money—or money’s worth.”

      “And what is his name?”

      “His name is Cheesacre. But pray don’t trouble yourself to talk about him.”

      “If he wants to marry you, and has plenty of money, why shouldn’t you take him?”

      “Good heavens, George! In the first place he does not want to marry me. In the next place all his heart is in his farmyard.”

      “And a very good place to have it,” said George.

      “Undoubtedly. But, really, you must not trouble yourself to talk about him.”

      “Only this,—that I should be very glad to see you well married.”

      “Should you?” said she, thinking of her close attachment to himself.

      “And now, about the money,” said George. “You must write to Alice at once.”—”Oh, George!”

      “Of course you must; you have promised. Indeed, it would have been much wiser if you had taken me at my word, and done it at once.”—”I cannot do it.”

      Then the scar on his face opened itself, and his sister stood before him in fear and trembling. “Do you mean to tell me,” said he, “that you will go back from your word, and deceive me;—that after having kept me here by this promise, you will not do what you have said you would do?”

      “Take my money now, and pay me out of hers as soon as you are married. I will be the first to claim it from her,—and from you.”

      “That is nonsense.”

      “Why should it be nonsense? Surely you need have no scruple with me. I should have none with you if I wanted assistance.”

      “Look here, Kate; I won’t have it, and there’s an end of it. All that you have in the world would not pull me through this election, and therefore such a loan would be worse than useless.”

      “And am I to ask her for more than two thousand pounds?”

      “You are to ask her simply for one thousand. That is what I want, and must have, at present. And she knows that I want it, and that she is to supply it; only she does not know that my need is so immediate. That you must explain to her.”

      “I would sooner burn my hand, George!”

      “But burning your hand, unfortunately, won’t do any good. Look here, Kate; I insist upon your doing this for me. If you do not, I shall do it, of course, myself; but I shall regard your refusal as an unjustifiable falsehood on your part, and shall certainly not see you afterwards. I do not wish, for reasons which you may well understand, to write to Alice myself on any subject at present. I now claim your promise to do so; and if you refuse, I shall know very well what to do.”

      Of course she did not persist in her refusal. With a sorrowful heart, and with fingers that could hardly form the needful letters, she did write a letter to her cousin, which explained the fact—that George Vavasor immediately wanted a thousand pounds for his electioneering purposes. It was a stiff, uncomfortable letter, unnatural in its phraseology, telling its own tale of grief and shame. Alice understood very plainly all the circumstances under which it was written, but she sent back word to Kate at once, undertaking that the money should be forthcoming; and she wrote again before the end of January, saying that the sum named had been paid to George’s credit at his own bankers.

      Kate had taken immense pride in the renewal of the match between her brother and her cousin, and had rejoiced in it greatly as being her own work. But all that pride and joy were now over. She could no longer write triumphant notes to Alice, speaking always of George as one who was to be their joint hero, foretelling great things of his career in Parliament, and saying little soft things of his enduring love. It was no longer possible to her now to write of George at all, and it was equally impossible to Alice. Indeed, no letters passed between them, when that monetary correspondence was over, up to the end of the winter. Kate remained down in Westmoreland, wretched and ill at ease, listening to hard words spoken by her grandfather against her brother, and feeling herself unable to take her brother’s part as she had been wont to do in other times.

      George returned to town at the end of those four days, and found that the thousand pounds was duly placed to his credit before the end of the month. It is hardly necessary to tell the reader that this money had come from the stores of Mr Tombe, and that Mr Tombe duly debited Mr Grey with the amount. Alice, in accordance with her promise, had told her father that the money was needed, and her father, in accordance with his promise, had procured it without a word of remonstrance. “Surely I must sign some paper,” Alice had said. But she had been contented when her father told her that the lawyers would manage all that.

      It was nearly the end of February when George Vavasor made his first payment to Mr Scruby on behalf of the coming election; and when he called at Mr Scruby’s office with this object, he received some intelligence which surprised him not a little. “You haven’t heard the news,” said Scruby. “What news?” said George.

      “The Marquis is as nearly off the hooks as a man can be.” Mr Scruby, as he communicated the tidings, showed clearly by his face and voice that they were supposed to be of very great importance; but Vavasor did not at first seem to be as much interested in the fate of “the Marquis” as Scruby had intended.

      “I’m very sorry for him,” said George. “Who is the Marquis? There’ll be sure to come another, so it don’t much signify.”

      “There will come another, and that’s just it. It’s the Marquis of Bunratty; and if he drops, our young Member will go into the Upper House.”

      “What, immediately; before the end of the Session?” George, of course, knew well enough that such would be the case, but the effect which this event would have upon himself now struck him suddenly.

      “To be sure,” said Scruby. “The writ would be out immediately. I should be glad enough of it, only that I know that Travers’s people have heard of it before us, and that they are ready to be up with their posters directly the breath is out of the Marquis’s body. We must go to work immediately; that’s all.”

      “It will only be for part of a Session,” said George.

      “Just so,” said Mr Scruby.

      “And then there’ll be the cost of another election.”

      “That’s true,” said Mr Scruby; “but in such cases we do manage to make it come a little cheaper. If you lick Travers now, it may be that you’ll have a walk-over for the next.”

      “Have you seen Grimes?” asked George.

      “Yes, I have; the blackguard! He is going to open his house on Travers’s side. He came to me as bold as brass, and told me so, saying that he never liked gentlemen who kept him waiting for his odd money. What angers me is that he ever got it.”

      “We have not managed it very well, certainly,” said Vavasor, looking nastily at the attorney.

      “We can’t help those little accidents, Mr Vavasor. There are worse accidents than that turn up almost daily in my business. You may think yourself almost lucky that I haven’t gone over to Travers myself. He is a Liberal, you know; and it hasn’t been for want of an offer, I can tell you.”

      Vavasor was inclined to doubt the extent of his luck in this respect, and was almost disposed to repent of his Parliamentary ambition. He would now be called upon to spend certainly not less than three thousand pounds of his cousin’s money on the chance of being able to sit in Parliament for a few months. And then, after what a fashion would he be compelled to negotiate

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