“None. But I’ve put myself on record as against the marriage.”
“You certainly have! And now, do hold your tongue about it; I think I shall send Hollis up to Kimball’s room—”
“Oh, let the poor boy alone. The wedding isn’t until four o’clock, and he may as well sleep late if he wants to. What time did he get in?”
“It was after two. He looked in to say good-night to me. He had the pendant with him.”
“He did? I thought he was to give it to Elsie yesterday.”
“He was. But she was afraid to keep it in her possession over night,—they have no safe.”
“Neither have we.”
“Well, anyway, she asked Kimball to keep it for her till today. He wanted me to put it in my jewel box, but I said no. I didn’t want the responsibility of such a valuable thing.”
“It is perfectly stunning. It’s wicked, I think, for Kim to put so much money in diamonds.”
“It never was done in our family,” Mrs. Webb sighed. “But the Powells, of course, have different standards.”