"Ah! What was the price of the necklace?"
"Twenty thousand dollars. The pearls weren't so very large, of course, but Polly never had had a pearl necklace—"
"I'll let her have the money to pay for it on one condition—that it is a transaction, between Roberts and myself—"
"No! No! Not for anything!"
"I've lent him money before—"
"But he'd never forgive Polly. He—he's one of those men who make an awful fuss on the first of every month when his wife's bills come in."
"There must be a bass chorus on the first of every month in San
Francisco—"
"Oh, please don't jest. She must have this money."
"She may have it—on those terms. I'll have no business dealings with women of the Polly Roberts sort. That would be the last I'd ever see of the twenty thousand—"
"I never thought you were stingy!"