We were now near the door, where stood the man who received the money, and gave the tickets. It happened that Dirck had been stopped by a gentleman of his acquaintance, who had just left the building, and who was laughingly relating some incident that had occurred within. I stood on one side of Anneke, Jason on the other, while Mari was close in the rear. “A quarter for each gentleman and the lady,” said the door-keeper, “and a shilling for the wench.” On this hint, Jason, to my great surprise, (for usually he was very backward on such occasions,) drew out a purse, and emptying some silver into his hand, he said with a flourish-- “Permit me, Miss--it is an honour I covet; a quarter for yourself, and a shilling for Mari.” I saw Anneke colour, and her eye turn hastily towards Dirck. Before I had time to say anything, or to do anything in fact, she answered steadily-- “Give yourself no trouble, Mr. Newcome; Mr. Littlepage will do me the favour to obtain tickets for me.” Jason had the money in his fingers, and I passed him and bought the tickets, while he was protesting-- “It gave him pleasure--he was proud of the occasion--another time her brother could do the same for his sisters and he had six,” and other matters of the sort. I simply placed the tickets in Anneke's hand, who received them with an expression of thanks, and we all passed; Dirck inquiring of his cousin, as he came up, if he should get her tickets. I mention this little incident as showing the tact of woman, and will relate all that pertains to it, before I proceed to other things. Anneke said nothing on the subject of her tickets until we had left the booth, when she approached me, and with that grace and simplicity which a well-bred woman knows how to use on such an occasion, and quietly observed-- “I am under obligations to you, Mr. Littlepage, for having paid for my tickets;--they cost three shillings, I believe.” I bowed, and had the pleasure of almost touching Miss Mordaunt's beautiful little hand, as she gave me the money. At this instant, a jerk at my elbow came near causing me to drop the silver. It was Jason, who had taken this liberty, and who now led me aside with a earnestness of manner it was not usual for him to exhibit. I saw by the portentous look of the pedagogue's countenance, and his swelling manner, that something extraordinary was on his mind, and waited with some little curiosity to learn what it might be. “Why, what in human natur', Corny, do you mean?” he cried, almost angrily. “Did ever mortal man hear of a gentleman's making a lady pay for a treat! Do you know you have made Miss Anneke pay for a treat!” “A treat, Mr. Newcome!” “Yes, a treat, Mr. Corny Littlepage! How often do you think young ladies will accompany you to shows, and balls, and other sights, if you make _them pay_!” Then a laugh of derision added emphasis to Jason's words. “Pay!--could I presume to think Miss Mordaunt would suffer me to pay money for her, or for her servant?”