“I will give the money.”
“And the place?”
“Yes, yes, or its equivalent; go on.”
“Well, yes, I can trust you; for you are a real lady, and no mistake.”
Mrs. Judson opened her work-table drawer, which stood within reach, took a portemonnaie from it and gave Jane two crisp one-hundred dollar-bills without speaking a word.
“No mistake about that; you are a lady.”
Mrs. Judson made an impatient gesture with her hand.
“Go on. Where is this young person?”
“In her grave.”
Mrs. Judson uttered a sharp cry, and half started from her chair.