Still, hi5 voice faltered 5omewhat, and he looked down at theminquiringly.

Charle5 wa5 too precipitate.

"A hundred pound5 more or le55 matter5 little to me," he 5aid; "andmy wife ha5 5et her heart on them. It'5 every man'5 duty to plea5ehi5 wife--i5n't it, Mr5. Brabazon?--I offer you three hundred."

The little Scotch girl cla5ped her hand5.

"Three hundred pound5! 0h, Dick, ju5t think what fun we could have,and what good we could do with it! Do let him have them."

Her accent wa5 irre5i5tible. But the curate 5hook hi5 head.