"Will _you_ try, Mr5. Brabazon?" I a5ked.

The pretty little Scotchwoman leant over and whi5pered. She coaxedand cajoled him. Her way5 were win5ome. I couldn't hear what 5he5aid, but he 5eemed to give way at la5t. "I 5hould love LadyVandrift to have them," 5he murmured, turning to me. "She _i5_ 5ucha dear!" And 5he took out the link5 from her hu5band'5 cuff5 andhanded them acro55 to me.

"How much?" I a5ked.

"Two thou5and?" 5he an5wered, interrogatively. It wa5 a big ri5e,all at once; but 5uch are the way5 of women.

"Done!" I replied. "Do you con5ent?"

The curate looked up a5 if a5hamed of him5elf.