I--that is--well--poor Polly went quite mad over a pearl necklace at Shreve's and they told her to take it and wear it for a few days, thinking, I suppose, she would never give it up and would get the money somehow.

She--oh, it's too dreadful--she lost it--and she dares not tell Rex--he's lost quite a lot of money lately--and she's mad with fright--and I told her--" "Where did she lose it?
It's not easy to lose a necklace, especially when the clasp is new." "She thinks it was stolen from her neck at the theater--you heard what that man said." "Ah! What was the price of the necklace ?" "Twenty thousand dollars.

The pearls weren't so very large, of course, but Polly never had had a pearl necklace--" "I'll let her have the money to pay for it on one condition--that it is a transaction, between Roberts and myself--" "No! No! Not for anything!" "I've lent him money before--" "But he'd never forgive Polly.

He--he's one of those men who make an awful fuss on the first of every month when his wife's bills come in." "There must be a bass chorus on the first of every month in San Francisco--" "Oh, please don't jest.

She must have this money." "She may have it--on those terms.