He turned. Bridgewater was pursuing him with something in his hand. "Mr James told me to give you this." Leavesley took the envelope presented to him, and Bridgewater bolted back to the office like a fat old rabbit, returning to its burrow. In the envelope was a sovereign wrapped up in a half sheet of notepaper. "Well, of all the meannesses!" said the dutiful nephew, pocketing the coin. "Still, it's decent of the old boy after my cheeking him like that. I have now one pound four. I'll go now and cheek aunt." Miss Hancock was in; she had a handkerchief tied round her head, a duster in her hand; she had just given the cook warning and was in a debatable temper. She was also in a dusting mood. She had plenty of servants, yet the inspiration came on her at times to tie a handkerchief round her head and dust. "Well?" she said, as she led the way into the dining-room, and continued an attack she was making on the sideboard with her duster. Leavesley had scarcely the slightest hope of financial assistance from this quarter. Patience had given him half-a-crown for a birthday present once when he was a little boy, and then worried it back from him and popped it into a missionary box for the Wallibooboo Islanders. He never forgot that half-crown. "I've come round to borrow some money from you," he said. Patience sniffed, and went on with her dusting. Then suddenly she stopped, and, duster in hand, addressed him. "Are you never going to do anything for a living? Have you no idea of the responsibilities of life? What are you going to _do_?" "I'm going for a holiday in the country if I can scrape up money enough." "You won't scrape it up here," said his aunt, continuing her dusting; then, for she was as inquisitive as a mongoose: "And what part of the country do you propose to take a holiday in?" "Sonning-on-Thames." "And where, may I ask, is Sonning-on-Thames?" "It's on the Thames. See here, will you lend me five pounds?" "Five _what_?" "Pounds." "What for?" "To take a girl for a trip to Sonning-on-Thames." Miss Hancock was sweeping with her duster round a glass arrangement made to hold flowers, in the convulsion incident on this statement she upset the thing and smashed it, much to Leavesley's delight. He made for the door, and stood for a moment with the handle in his hand. "I'm awfully sorry. Can I help you to pick it up?" "Go away," said Miss Hancock, who was on her knees collecting the fragments of glass; "I want to see nothing more of you. If you are lost to respectability you might retain at least common decency." "Decency!" "Yes, decency." "I don't know that I've said anything indecent, or that there is anything indecent in going for a day on the river with a girl. Well, I'm going----" A luminous idea suddenly struck him. He knew the old maid's mind, and the terror she had of the bare idea of her brother marrying; he remembered the spruce appearance of his uncle that morning and the lavender satin necktie. "I say----"