"I left it in a cab when I went to the Louvre. And in it was all my money—my letter of credit—everything!"
"Olivetta!"
"And I didn't dare cable you for more. For if I had sent a cable to you here, it might have betrayed you."
"And what did you do?"
"There was nothing for me to do but to—to—sell some of your gowns."
"Oh!" Mrs. De Peyster was beginning dimly to see the drift of things.
Olivetta's mind wandered to another phase of her tribulations.
"And the price I got for them was a swindle, Caroline. It was—it was a tragedy! For your black chiffon, and your silver satin, and your spangled net—"
"But this person they took for me?" interrupted Mrs. De Peyster.