“Susan, I particularly want to ask your advice. Would it be possible for you to come out with me for a little?”
“Oh, miss, I’d like to, awfully, but I’m afraid it’s against the rules. Still, it would be a treat to take a walk with you, miss, and Madame Leroy is very good-natured. I have a good mind to try if she’d spare me for an hour; we are not particularly full of orders just now.”
“All right, Susan, do your best, for I really want your help,” I answered.
Susan nodded and disappeared. In an incredibly short space of time she returned, wearing a very smart jacket and stylish hat. Oh, how dowdy I looked by her side!
“I’m just given an hour, Miss Rosamund,” she said.
The moment we got into the street I told her what I wanted.
“I have got a curious old ring with me,” I said, “very old-fashioned; I want to find out what it really is worth. Do you know an honest jeweller who will tell me the truth, Susan?”
Susan’s eyes sparkled.
“There’s lots of jewellers in Oxford Street, miss,” she said.
“I don’t wish to go to one of them. They will fancy I want to sell, and will run my ring down.”