The
letter that was worth five hundred pounds to me! It was all that
I could do to keep myself at first from throwing my hat into the
air, and hurrahing like mad. I had to take a chair and sit quiet
in it for a minute or two, before I could cool myself down to my
proper business level. I knew that I was safely down again when I
found myself pondering how to let Mr. Davager know that he had
been done by the innocent country attorney, after all.
It was not long before a nice little irritating plan occurred to
me. I tore a blank leaf out of my pocketbook, wrote on it with my
pencil, "Change for a five-hundred-pound note," folded up the
paper, tied the thread to it, poked it back into the
hiding-place, smoothed over the pile of the carpet, and then
bolted off to Mr. Frank. He in his turn bolted off to show the
letter to the young lady, who first certified to its genuineness,
then dropped it into the fire, and then took the initiative for
the first time since her marriage engagement, by flinging her
arms round his neck, kissing him with all her might, and going
into hysterics in his arms. So at least Mr. Frank told me, but
that's not evidence. It is evidence, however, that I saw them
married with my own eyes on the Wednesday; and that while they
went off in a carriage-and-four to spend the honeymoon, I went
off on my own legs to open a credit at the Town and County Bank
with a five-hundred-pound note in my pocket.
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