'"Dear Mrs. Bentley,--Immediately I arrived in London, I set to work to
find out Mr. Price's address. It was the easiest matter in the world, for
he has a play now running at one of the theatres. So I directed my letter
to the theatre, and next morning I had a visit from him. After explaining
to him the resources of the brilliant fortune he had come into, I told him
of his uncle's intention to add a codicil to his will, leaving Miss Watson
three hundred a year; I told him that this last will had left her entirely
unprovided for. He said, at once, that he fully agreed with me, and that he
would consider what was the most honourable course for him to take in
regard to his 'cousin. This is exactly what he said, but his manner was
such that before leaving he left no doubt in my mind whatever that he will
act very generously indeed. I should not be surprised if he settled even
more than the proposed three hundred a year on Miss Watson. He is a very
quiet, thoughtful young man of about two or three and thirty. He looks
poor, and I fancy he has lived through very hard times. He wears an air of
sadness and disappointment which makes him attractive, and his manners are
gentle and refined. I tell you these things, for I know they will interest
you. I have not been able to find out if he is married, but I am sorry to
say that his play has not succeeded. I should have found out more, but he
was not in my office above ten minutes; he had to hurry away to keep an
appointment at the theatre, for, as he explained, it was to be decided that
very day if the play was to be taken out of the bills at the end of the
week. He promised to call again, and our interview is fixed for eleven
o'clock the day after to-morrow. In the meantime take heart, for I think I
am justified in telling you I feel quite sanguine as to the result."'

'Well,' said Julia, laying down the letter, 'I don't think that anything
could be more satisfactory, and just fancy dear old Mr. Grandly being able
to describe a young man as well as that.'