"You shall have it, then," said Mr. Glentworth.
"But," cried Isabella, eagerly, "it must be on conditions, and you may not like them."
"Let me hear what they are," replied her companion.
"First, that you will not tell mamma that you have given it; and, secondly, that you will not ask me what I have done with it."
Mr. Glentworth took out his pocket-book, and placed a hundred pound note in Isabella's hands. "It is a sum," said he, seriously, "that, properly employed, would be a source of happiness to many. I give it you without the least fear that it is misplaced. We have quite talked the morning away," added he, without allowing her time for the thanks which she was trying to put into shape. "I must leave my message with you. You must tell your sisters that I have a box at the theatre for to-morrow night, and that it is large enough for us all." He left Isabella breathless with delight. As far as the selfish pleasure went, the box at the theatre was even greater enjoyment than the possession of the hundred pound note.
