"But I'm pretty certain there is something.

Come, out with it, you great baby!" Molly sighed, smoked furiously for a moment, and then tossed her cigarette into the fire.
"Well, yes," she admitted at last.

"There is--something wrong." She rose and stood looking across at Sara like a big, perplexed child.

"I--I owe some money." Sara was conscious of a distinct shock.
"How much ?" she asked sharply.
"It's--it's rather a lot--twenty pounds!" "Twenty pounds!" This was certainly a large sum for Molly--whose annual dress allowance totaled very little more--to be in debt.

"What on earth have you been up to?
Buying a new trousseau?
Where do you owe it--Carr & Bishop's ?"--mentioning the principal draper's shop in Oldhampton.
"No.