"Let me look again, Phillis. I should like to give you a little better brooch than the one you have put on."
"My poor old brooch! I cannot give up my old friend, Lawrence."
She dropped quite easily into his Christian name, and hesitated no more over it than she did with Jack Dunquerque.
He took her into a jeweler's shop and bought her a few trinkets.
"There, Phillis, you can add those to your jewel-box."
"I have no jewels."
"No jewels! Where are your mother's?"
"I believe they are all in the Bank, locked up. Perhaps they are with my money."
Phillis's idea of her fifty thousand pounds was that the money was all in sovereigns, packed away in a box and put into a bank.
"Well, I think you ought to have your jewels out, at any rate. Did Mr. Dyson give you any money to spend?"