It was a blow. She blenched under it.
"Oh, yes," she said, with her giggle, "I know that."
("Well you just don't!" he answered her in his heart. "You think you're going to lunch with John Pilgrim. And you aren't. And it serves you right!")
"Besides," he continued aloud, "how can you say you're ruined when I'm making you a present of something that I paid £100 for?"
"But where am I to find the other half of the money—£2250?" she burst out. "We were depending absolutely on you for it. If I don't get it, the option will be lost, and the option's very valuable."
"All the easier to find the money then!"
"What? In less than twenty-four hours? It can't be done. I couldn't get it in all London."
"Mr. Marrier will get it for you ... one of his certainties!" Edward Henry smiled in the Five Towns manner.
"I might, you knaoo!" said Marrier, brightening to full hope in the fraction of a second.
But Rose Euclid only shook her head.