"She send you to buy 'em?"
I shook my head, for I was so hurt by his abrupt way, his sharp
cross-examination, and the thoughts of my mother's illness, that I could
not speak.
"Who sent you then--Mrs Beeton?"
"No, sir."
"Who did?"
"Nobody, sir. I thought she would like some, and I came."
"For a surprise, eh?"
Yes, sir.
"Own money?"