"
Aloud, however, he said to his clerk--
"Ask Miss Mainwaring to step this way--and, Dawson, order my trap to
be at the door in ten minutes."
"I won't keep you very long, Mr. Danesfield," began Primrose, in a
quick and rather nervous manner for her.
Mr. Danesfield was always the soul of politeness, however irritable he
might feel.
"Sit down, my dear young lady," he said; "I am delighted to see you,
and I can give you exactly five minutes."
"I want to ask you two questions," began Primrose. "The questions are
short. They are about money; and you understand all about that."
"Not all, my dear girl--money is far too great a theme to be wholly
comprehended by one single individual."
Primrose tapped her foot impatiently--then, after a brief pause, she
raised her clear brown eyes, and looked full at the banker.
"How much money have we in the bank, Mr. Danesfield?"
"My dear child, not much--very little, scarcely anything. 'Pon my
word, I am sorry for you, but your entire capital does not amount to
quite two hundred pounds."
Primrose received this information calmly.
"Thank you," she said--"I just wanted to know from yourself. Now, I
have one other question to ask you, and then I will go.
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