She had the envelope in her hand.

"And if I would take money from any one, it would be from you, Cousin
Janet; but I am not so selfish as that. What would all the poor people
do if I were to take your money to London and spend it?"

"I have kept a little," said she, "and it is not much that is needed. It
is £2000 I would like you to take from me, Keith. I have written a
letter."

"Why, bless me, Janet, that is nearly all the money you've got!"

"I know it."

"Well, I may not be able to earn any money for myself, but at least I
would not think of squandering your little fortune. No, no; but I thank
you all the same, Janet; and I know that it is with a free heart that
you offer it."

"But this is a favor, Keith," said she. "I do not ask you, to spend the
money. But you might be in trouble; and you would be too proud to ask
any one--perhaps you would not even ask me; and here is a letter that
you can keep till then, and if you should want the money, you can open
the letter, and it will tell you how to get it."

"And it is a poor forecast you are making, Cousin Janet," said he,
cheerfully. "I am to play the prodigal son, then. But I will take the
letter. And good-bye again, Janet; and God bless you, for you are a
kind-hearted woman."