BARCHESTER BY MOONLIGHT.
"Has he your bill for 700l.?" said the father, speaking very loudly and very angrily.
"Well, I believe he has," said Bertie; "but all the money I ever got from him was 150l."
"And what became of the 550l.?"
"Why, sir, the commission was 100l. or so, and I took the remainder in paving-stones and rocking-horses."
"Paving stones and rocking-horses!" said the doctor, "where are they?"
"Oh, sir, I suppose they are in London somewhere—but I'll inquire if you wish for them."
"He's an idiot," said the doctor, "and it's sheer folly to waste more money on him. Nothing can save him from ruin;" and so saying, the unhappy father walked out of the room.
"Would the governor like to have the paving-stones?" said Bertie to his sister.
"I'll tell you what," said she, "if you don't take care, you will find yourself loose upon the world without even a house over your head: you don't know him as well as I do. He's very angry."
Bertie stroked his big beard, sipped his tea, chatted over his misfortunes in a half comic, half serious tone, and ended by promising his sister that he would do his best to make himself agreeable to the widow Bold. Then Charlotte followed her father to his own room and softened down his wrath, and persuaded him to say nothing more about the Jew bill discounter, at any rate for a few weeks. He even went so far as to say he would pay the 700l., or at any rate settle the bill, if he saw a certainty of his son's securing for himself anything like a decent provision in life. Nothing was said openly between them about poor Eleanor: but the father and the daughter understood each other.
They all met together in the drawing-room at nine o'clock, in perfect good humour with each other; and about that hour Mrs. Bold was announced. She had never been in the house before, though she had of course called; and now she felt it strange to find herself there in her usual evening dress, entering the drawing-room of these strangers in this friendly unceremonious way, as though she had known
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