“Oh, yes—it will give you more room,” said Caroline dryly. “Go on, Eustace.”
“Yes,” said he—“I detest to feel cramped. And I thought—as an old friend—I might be permitted to suggest that—as you might want a little loose cash on changing houses——”
Caroline Baddlesmere stamped her foot:
“I am exceedingly angry with you, Eustace. You had no right to sell an heirloom,” she said furiously. “Your room is a positive disgrace of emptiness as it is.” She made an effort to keep her voice steady.... “It is quite bare and homeless enough to make me miserable every time I think of it.”
Lovegood touched her arm:
“Well, it’s done now,” he said pathetically—“and unless you take the money I don’t quite see how I am to proceed in the matter—without thwarting my original intention——” he added fatuously.
“I shall go and have the whole bargain cancelled,” she said.
“Hush! Caroline; I don’t think it would be quite a proper place for a gentlewoman to be seen in—upon my word——”
“Who is the pawnbroker?” she asked bluntly.
Lovegood coughed: