"Well, Stirrups," answered his companion, sharply, "why did you send for me in this way? Could n't you wait till after the ball?"
"No. I'm just back. Jacob would n't let me have the money."
"D Jew! Why not?"
"Because, Cuthbert, you've made a mistake somehow or other. It's the wrong girl; this one," nodding toward the ballroom, "is the cousin of the heiress, and has n't a penny to bless herself with."
"It's a lie," cried Larkington, catching at the arm of his servant for support. "The Jew deceived you."
"It's certain truth, Cuthbert, as I took pains to find out. It's her cousin, an old maid, wot's got the money, and no mistake about it. I made dead sure."
Larkington's only answer was a groan, and Stirrups continued,—
"We must be off on the early boat for Fall River; it passes at two o'clock. I have packed the traps at the hotel, and will get
