There had been another word or two between Burgo Fitzgerald and his aunt before the evening came, a word or two in the speaking of which she had found some difficulty. She was prepared with the money,--with that two hundred pounds for which he had asked,--obtained with what wiles, and lies, and baseness of subterfuge I need not stop here to describe. But she was by no means willing to give this over into her nephew's hands without security. She was willing to advance him this money; she had been willing even to go through unusual dirt to get it for him; but she was desirous that he should have it only for a certain purpose. How could she bind him down to spend it as she would have it spent? Could she undertake to hand it to him as soon as Lady Glencora should be in his power? Even though she could have brought herself to say as much,--and I think she might also have done so after what she had said,--she could not have carried out such a plan. In that case the want would be instant, and the action must be rapid. She therefore had no alternative but to entrust him with the bank-notes at once. "Burgo," she said, "if I find that you deceive me now, I will never trust you again." "All right," said Burgo, as he barely counted the money before he thrust it into his breast-pocket. "It is lent to you for a certain purpose, should you happen to want it," she said, solemnly. "I do happen to want it very much," he answered. She did not dare to say more; but as her nephew turned away from her with a step that was quite light in its gaiety, she almost felt that she was already cozened. Let Burgo's troubles be as heavy as they might be, there was something to him ecstatic in the touch of ready money which always cured them for the moment.

There had been another word or two between Burgo Fitzgerald and his aunt, which she had spoken with some difficulty. She had the two hundred pounds for which he had asked - obtained with what wiles and lies I need not here describe.
But she was not willing to give this to her nephew without security. How could she bind him to spend it as she wanted it spent? Could she hand it to him as soon as Lady Glencora was in his power? That was not possible; she had no alternative but to entrust him with the bank-notes at once.
"Burgo," she said, "if you deceive me now, I will never trust you again."
"All right," said Burgo, thrusting the money into his breast-pocket.
"It is lent to you for a certain purpose, should you happen to want it," she said, solemnly.
"I do happen to want it very much," he answered. She did not dare to say more; but as her nephew turned away from her with a light step, she almost felt that she was already tricked. There was always something ecstatic to Burgo in the touch of ready money which cured his troubles for the moment.
