"I thought it would come to this," she said quietly.
"Instead of paying the promissory note, Mr.Keller will have to take the necklace out of pledge." The early evening darkness of winter had set in.

She dressed herself for going out, and left her room, with the necklace in its case, concealed under her shawl.
Poor puzzled Minna was waiting timidly to speak to her in the corridor.
"Oh mamma, do forgive me! I meant it for the best." The widow put one arm (the other was not at liberty) round her daughter's waist.

"You foolish child," she said, "will you never understand that your poor mother is getting old and irritable?
I may think you have made a great mistake, in sacrificing yourself to the infirmities of an asthmatic stranger at Munich; but as to being ever really angry with you----! Kiss me, my love; I never was fonder of you than I am now.

Lift my veil.

Oh, my darling, I don't like giving you to anybody, even to Fritz." Minna changed the subject--a sure sign that she and Fritz were friends again.