Dove is your friend,
why should you not wish to see him? He is not my friend, however;
indeed, I may say frankly that I don't like him at all. Now drink up
your beef-tea, darling."
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE POOR DOVES.
The next morning early Primrose opened her trunk, and unlocking a
certain little morocco case, which contained her mother's letter about
her lost brother, one or two trinkets which had belonged to that same
mother, and Mr. Danesfield's envelope, she took the latter out of the
case, and slipped it into her pocket. After breakfast she went round
to see Miss Egerton.
"An old friend," she said, "in the village where we lived--I would
rather not say his name--gave me this. I believe it contains money. I
have a kind of idea that it contains three bank notes for L5 each. I
have never opened it, and I never wish to. I meant to return it some
day to this kind friend--yes, I know he meant to be very kind. This is
what he has written on the outside of the envelope."
Miss Egerton read aloud--"When you want me, use me; don't return me,
and never abuse me."
"There must be money here, my dear," she said.
"Yes, I know there is money," said Primrose, "for he wanted to press
fifteen pounds on me when I went to say good-bye; but I was too proud
to accept it, so now I think he has thought of this way of helping us.
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