"What is it?" he asked.
"Something delightful," she answered. "We can now go for our holiday."
"What do you mean? Have you come in for a fortune?"
"I feel as if I had in our present strait," said Rachel still looking down at the cheque in her hand. "Would you like to see what I have?" She held it out to him.
Money meant little to Luke, except that it enabled him to carry out plans on which he had set his heart. And there was a plan of his that sprang at once into his mind as he looked at the cheque. His face glowed.
"Where did it come from?" he asked, astonished and delighted.
"I sold my pearls."
The smile on his face faded for a moment.
"I did not know you had any, I have never seen them."
"I have never shown them to you as I know that that kind of thing is not in your line, you don't care for jewels; but I wore them on my wedding day. I hope you saw them then."