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Mr. Giles, alertly rising, cried, "Let me help you, then, my pretty lady, to cast it up. What have you given her upon account, Mrs. Ireton?"
"I am not her book-keeper, Sir!" returned Mrs. Ireton, extremely nettled. "I don't pretend to the honour of acting as her steward! But I trust she will be good enough to take what is her due. 'Tis very much beneath her, I own; extremely beneath her, I confess; yet I hope, this once, she will let herself down so far." And, ten guineas, which she had held in her hand, were augmented to twenty, which she paradingly flung upon the table.
Mrs. Maple and Miss Bydel poured forth the warmest exclamations of admiration at this magnificence; but Juliet, quietly saying, "Let me hope, Madam, that my successor may merit your generosity," again courtsied, and was going: when Mr. Giles, eagerly picking up the money, and following her, with it, spread upon his open hand,
