“Could you let me see them?”
There was a noise upstairs. Eloise half started from her chair.
“I beg of you not to speak so loudly.”
He relapsed into a whisper.
“I beg pardon, I was not conscious of speaking too loudly.”
“It is not that, but—I cannot explain.” She ended abruptly. “You see,” she said, hesitatingly, “I wish you had come yesterday.”
“Have you promised them to some one else?”
“No, not at all; but yesterday it might have been possible, to-day it is impossible to show it to you.”
“When can I see it?”
“I am unfortunate—I cannot say when. It is my brother’s—but it must be sold.”