"Oh, dear! oh, dear! I never wrote a word to him yet, and to begin with
asking him for money!"

"I don't think he can be angry with you for that."

"I shouldn't know what to say. Would you write for me, and let me see
how it looks?"

This Lady Clavering did; and had she refused to do it, I think that poor
Harry Clavering's check would have been used. As it was, Lady Clavering
wrote the letter to "My dear Lord Ongar," and it was copied and signed
by "Yours most affectionately, Julia Brabazon." The effect of this was
the receipt of a check for a thousand pounds in a very pretty note from
Lord Ongar, which the lord brought with him to Clavering, and sent up to
Julia as he was dressing for dinner. It was an extremely comfortable
arrangement, and Julia was very glad of the money--feeling it to be a
portion of that which was her own. And Harry's check had been returned
to him on the day of its receipt. "Of course I cannot take it, and of
course you should not have sent it." These words were written on the
morsel of paper in which the money was returned. But Miss Brabazon had
torn the signature off the check, so that it might be safe, whereas
Harry Clavering had taken no precaution with it whatever. But then Harry
Clavering had not lived two years in London.

During the hours that the check was away from him, Harry had told his
father that perhaps, even yet, he might change his purpose as to going
to Messrs. Beilby & Burton. He did not know, he said, but he was still
in doubt. This had sprung from some chance question which his father had
asked, and which had seemed to demand an answer. Mr. Clavering greatly
disliked the scheme of life which his son had made, Harry's life