ice, I beg you'll remember once who is
disposed to help you.'

Then he sat down and wrote with a flying pen--

'MY DEAR SIR,--I have just learned from Mrs. Sturk that
you have an immediate concern for forty pounds, to which, I venture
to surmise, will be added some fees, etc. I take leave, therefore,
to send herewith fifty guineas, which I trust will suffice for this
troublesome affair. We can talk hereafter about repayment. Mrs.
Sturk has handed me a memorandum of the advance.

'Your very obedient, humble servant,
GILES DANGERFIELD.
The Brass Castle, Chapelizod,
'2nd October, 1767.'

Then poor little Mrs. Sturk was breaking out into a delirium of
gratitude. But he put his hand upon her arm kindly, and with a little
bow and an emphasis, he said--

'Pray, not a _word_, my dear Madam. Just write a line;' and he slid his
desk before her with a sheet of paper on it; 'and say Mr. Dangerfield
has this day handed me a loan of fifty guineas for my husband, Doctor
Barnabas Sturk. Now sign, if you please, and add the date. Very good!'

'I'm afraid you can hardly read it--my fingers tremble a little,' said
Mrs. Sturk, with a wild little deprecatory titter, and for the first
time very near crying.

''Tis mighty well,' said Dangerfield, politely; and he accompanied the
lady with the note and fifty guineas, made up in a little rouleau, fast
in her hand, across his little garden, and with--'A fine morning truly,'
and 'God bless you, Madam,' and one of his peculiar smiles, he let her
out through his little wicket on the high road. And so away went Mrs.
Sturk, scarce feeling the ground under her feet; and Giles Dangerfield,
carrying his white head very erect, with an approving conscience, and
his silver spectacles flashing through the leaves of his lilacs and
laburnums, returned to his parlour.

Mrs. Sturk, who could hardly keep from running, glided along at a
wonderful rate, wondering now and then how quickly the whole affair--so
awful as it seemed to her in magnitude--was managed. Dangerfield had
neither hurried her nor himself, and yet he despatched the matter and
got her away in less than five minutes.

In little more than a quarter of an hour after, Dr. Sturk descended his
door-steps in full costume, and marched down the street and passed the
artillery barrack, from his violated fortress, as it were, wi