retty quickly, will you?"

"Oh!" said Dunsey, sneeringly, coming nearer to his brother and
looking in his face. "Suppose, now, you get the money yourself, and
save me the trouble, eh? Since you was so kind as to hand it over to
me, you'll not refuse me the kindness to pay it back for me: it was
your brotherly love made you do it, you know."

Godfrey bit his lips and clenched his fist. "Don't come near me with
that look, else I'll knock you down."

"Oh no, you won't," said Dunsey, turning away on his heel, however.
"Because I'm such a good-natured brother, you know. I might get you
turned out of house and home, and cut off with a shilling any day. I
might tell the Squire how his handsome son was married to that nice
young woman, Molly Farren, and was very unhappy because he couldn't
live with his drunken wife, and I should slip into your place as
comfortable as could be. But you see, I don't do it--I'm so easy and
good-natured. You'll take any trouble for me. You'll get the hundred
pounds for me--I know you will."

"How can I get the money?" said Godfrey, quivering. "I haven't a
shilling to bless myself with. And it's a lie that you'd slip into my
place: you'd get yourself turned out too, that's all. For if you begin
telling tales, I'll follow. Bob's my father's favourite--you know that
very well. He'd only think himself well rid of you."

"Never mind," said Dunsey, nodding his head sideways as he looked out
of the window. "It 'ud be very pleasant to me to go in your
company--you're such a handsome brother, and we've always been so fond
of quarrelling with one another, I shouldn't know what to do without
you. But you'd like better for us both to stay at home together; I
know you would. So you'll manage to get that little sum o' money, and
I'll bid you good-bye, though I'm sorry to part."

Dunstan was moving off, but Godfrey rushed after him and seized him by
the arm, saying, with an oath--

"I tell you, I have no money: I can get no money."

"Borrow of old Kimble."

"I tell you, he won't lend me any more, and I shan't ask him."

"Well, then, sell Wildfire."

"Yes, that's easy talking. I must have the money directly."

"Well, you've only got to ride him to the hunt to-morrow. There'll be
Bryce and Keating there, for sure. You'll get more bids than one."

"I daresay, and get back home at eight o'clock, splashed up to the
chin. I'm going to Mrs. Osgood's birthday dance."

"Oho!" said Du