Palmer's eyes glistened at the treasures exposed to his view.
"They are jewels of countless price. Take them, and rid me," she added in a whisper, "of him."
"Luke Bradley?"
"Ay."
"Give them to me."
"They are yours freely on those terms."
"You hear that, Luke," cried he, aloud; "you hear it, Titus; this is no robbery. Mr. Coates—'Know all men by these presents'—I call you to witness, Lady Rookwood gives me these pretty things."
"I do," returned she; adding, in a whisper, "on the terms which I proposed."
"Must it be done at once?"
"Without an instant's delay."