“I am sorry you did not sell the ring,” said Mrs. Montgomery.
“So am I,” said her husband. “We may have to sell it in some other city.”
“We can't leave the city without money.”
“That's true,” returned her husband, rather taken aback by what was undeniably true.
“We must sell the ring, or raise money on it, in New York.”
“I don't know but you are right. The trouble is, there are not many places where they will buy so expensive an article. Besides, they will be apt to ask impertinent questions.”
“You might go to a pawnbroker's.”
“And get fleeced. If I got a quarter of the value from a pawnbroker, I should be lucky.”
“We must do something with it,” said Mrs. Montgomery, decidedly.
“Right, my dear. We must get the sinews of war somewhere. Richard will never be himself again till his pocketbook is lined with greenbacks. At present, who steals my purse steals trash.”