“Do you think it would be wrong, or that the Trehernes would be annoyed, if I sold it?”
“Sold it!”
“I have no money—and my bills must be paid. It is not dishonest to sell what is one's own, though it may be somewhat painful.”
I could say nothing. The pain was keen—even to me.
She then reminded me how Mrs. Granton had once admired these pearls, saying, when Colin married she should like to give her daughter-in-law just such another necklace.
“If she would buy it now—if you would not mind asking her—”
“No, no!”
“Thank you, Dora.”
She replaced the necklace in its case, and gave it into my hand. I was slipping out of the room, when she said:—
“One moment, child. There was something more I wished to say to you. Look here.”