"For example?"
"Well, my jewels are with my London bankers."
"Can't you sing without jewels?"
"Not in Paris. Who ever heard of such a thing?"
"You can write to your bankers to send them by registered post."
"Post! They are worth thousands and thousands of pounds. I ought really to fetch them, but there would scarcely be time."
"Let me bring them to you in Paris," I said. "Give me a letter to your bankers, and I will undertake to deliver the jewels safely into your hands."
"I could not dream of putting you to so much trouble."
The notion of doing something for her had, however, laid hold of me. At that moment I felt that to serve even as her jewel-carrier would be for me the supreme happiness in the world.