She knew that Primrose would be deeply hurt at the lace being sold, for she had over and over said that come what might, they would not part with their few little home mementoes; but Jasmine was past caring even for what Primrose said to-night.

With her lace wrapped up in an untidy parcel she slipped downstairs.

Bridget came into the hall to speak to her.
"Look here, missie, is it not a little late for you to be going out ?" "Oh, not at all, Biddy, dear.

I am going a little way.

I won't be long." Then Jasmine went up to the old servant and spoke in her most coaxing and fascinating tones.
"Biddy, what did you say was the sign of a pawnshop ?" "A pawnshop, Miss Jasmine?
Why, bless us and save us, miss, what have you got to say to such places ?" "Oh, nothing in particular, Bridget, only I thought I would like to know.