“Yes,” she sighed. “But you can’t have them. I prize them very much.”
“Greater than your own honour?” he asked, seriously.
“You shall never have them. What excuse could I make to Bracondale?”
“Leave that to me. Pearls are easier negotiated than diamonds. I can sell them at once. If they are the good goods I’ll give you the letter in exchange for them. That’s a bargain.”
“They cost several thousands, I know.”
“Good! Then we’ll conclude the business to-night.”
“No, no!” she protested. “What could I tell my husband?”
“I wish you wouldn’t keep referring to him as husband, Jean, when he is not your husband.”
“To the world he is. I am no longer Jean Ansell, remember,” she protested.