"Twenty would be better."
"I haven't twenty. I do not know where to get them. You must be content with ten."
"Ten won't do," said Sabina obstinately.
Mrs. Vane made a gesture of impatience.
"Reach me that jewel-box over there," she said. "Yes; bring it close—I have the key. Here are two five-pound notes. And here—take this ring, this bracelet—they are worth far more than ten pounds—get what you can for them."
"I'd rather have the money," said Sabina; "but, if I must put up with this, I must. I'll be off in a couple of days."
"You had better not tell anyone before hand that you are going. Some people might—think it their duty to interfere."
"All right—I'll keep quiet, don't you fear, ma'am! Well, then, that's settled. If I go to London, you'll send me the fifty pound a quarter. And it must be regular, if you please—else I'll have to come down here after it."
"You will not have to do that," said Mrs. Vane coldly.
"Very well. Then I'll say good-bye to you, ma'am. Hope you'll get safely through your troubles; but it seems to me that you're in an uncommon risky position."