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a pendant? It has a pawnable sound somehow. Have you got it now, and is it any good?”

“Of course it is! My godmother gave it to me. It’s rather a nice little pendant.”

“What’s it made of?”

“Made of?—Oh, it’s just pearl-and-diamond—not big at all, but nice ones, and it’s a very pretty design.”

“And you never thought of raising money on it or any of the other—what did you call them?—trinkets? You must let me see some of them by and by. Perhaps I could borrow something from my boss on the strength of them. It would only be for a little while, anyhow. I’d rather do that than pawn them—wouldn’t you? But it seems to me, dear, that the only way I could look after you properly would be if we were married now.”

“Well, can’t we be?”

“Pamela! You angel—but you see you’re under age.”

“That won’t matter if I agree to marry you of my own free will.”

“And will you marry me—at once—of your own free will?”

“Of course. I don’t want anything else.”

“It will be such a wedding as never was—and Aunt Sophia will never forgive me.”

“Oh, yes, she will. You see she’ll be so pleased at my marrying Lord Trent!”

They both laughed so much at this that the waiter had knocked twice before they responded to his announcement of luncheon.

“And, oh, do you know I’ve had nothing to eat since last night? I’m dreadfully hungry.”

“Poor starved baby! Were you too unhappy to eat your breakfast?”

“Yes. And when I came out I thought of going to a teashop, and then I remembered that I couldn’t afford it; so