But now that the stage was clear, another dialogue became audible, which was carried on by two girls that were leaning against the house immediately under the window.
"How much are you to have of it?" asked one.
"Mother says she'll give me ten shillings out of it," replied the other; "and I don't know whether to buy a gown or a shawl with the money."
"What luck!" said the first, "what sort of a gentleman was he?"
"I didn't see him," said the other; "at least I'm not sure whether I did or not; I wasn't at home when he came, but I think from mother's description, I did see him, when I was standing by the post-office talking to Lucy Walters. A stout gentleman in a drab coat came up and dropped a letter in the box. I dare say that was to the lady."
"I wonder whether it was one of the Miss Roebucks he comed after," said the first.
"Like enough," said the second—"for they say one of 'em's got a sweetheart that the old gentleman don't like. And he told mother when he came, that he wanted to get speech of his sweetheart as she went to the ball without
