"But we haven't settled matters!" he cried. "We're going to the bank—"
"We are not."
She spoke with sharp decision. Then, relenting at the expression of his face, she touched the heavy gold-and-amber chain around her neck.
"I can pawn this," she said briefly. "It didn't seem worth while before, but as I've got to go on, I promise you I will do it. I will do it to-day," she added hurriedly, "this afternoon, if you wish. It is valuable. I can get enough on it to keep me for a month."
"Till we find that job for you," he suggested, brightening.
She agreed, with a momentary flash of her wonderful smile.
"And you will let me drop in this evening and take you to dinner?"
"No, thank you. But—" again she relented—"you may come in for an hour at eight."
"I believe you are a crowned head," murmured Laurie, discontentedly. "That's just the way they do in books. When I come I suppose I must speak only when I'm spoken to. And when you suddenly stand up at nine, I'll know the audience is over."
She laughed softly, her red-brown eyes shining at him. Her laughter was different from any other laughter he had ever heard.