My Lady's Money
ISABEL looked down at the letter in her hand--considered it in silence--and
turned to Moody. "I feel tempted to open it already," she said.
"After giving your promise?" Moody gently remonstrated.
Isabel met that objection with a woman's logic.
"Does a promise matter?" she asked, "when one gives it to a dirty, disreputable,
presuming old wretch like Mr. Sharon? It's a wonder to me that you trust such a
creature. I wouldn't!"
"I doubted him just as you do," Moody answered, "when I first saw him in
company with Mr. Troy. But there was something in the advice he gave us at that
first consultation which altered my opinion of him for the better. I dislike his
appearance and his manners as much as you do--I may even say I felt ashamed
of bringing such a person to see you. And yet I can't think that I have acted
unwisely in employing Mr. Sharon."
Isabel listened absently. She had something more to say, and she was
considering how she should say it. "May I ask you a bold question?" she began.
"Any question you like."
"Have you--" she hesitated and looked embarrassed. "Have you paid Mr. Sharon
much money?" she resumed, suddenly rallying her courage. Instead of
answering, Moody suggested that it was time to think of returning to Miss Pink's
villa. "Your aunt may be getting anxious about you." he said.
Isabel led the way out of the farmhouse in silence. She reverted to Mr. Sharon
and the money, however, as they returned by the path across the fields.