The last words were addressed to Desiree, as if he had acted in assurance of her approval.
“But I have more,” she said; “a little—not very much. We must not think of money. We must do everything to find him—to give him help, if he needs it.”
“Yes,” answered Louis, as if she had asked him a question. “We must do everything; but I have no more money.”
“And I have none with me. I have nothing that I can sell.”
She withdrew her fur mitten and held out her hand, as if to show that she had no rings, except the plain gold one on her third finger.
“You have the ikon I brought you from Moscow,” said Barlasch gruffly. “Sell that.”
“No,” answered Desiree; “I will not sell that.”
Barlasch laughed cynically.
“There you have a woman,” he said, turning to Louis. “First she will not have a thing, then she will not part with it.”
“Well,” said Desiree, with some spirit, “a woman may know her own mind.”