They had intended to go to the theater but Ruyler put her to bed at once.

He offered to read to her, but she turned her back on him with cold disdain, and he went to the little invisible cupboard where she kept her own jewels and took out the heavy gold box which had been the wedding present of one of his California business friends who owned a quartz mine.
"I shall put this in the safe," he said incisively, "for, while I admire your stanchness in friendship, even for such an unworthy object as Polly Roberts, I do not propose that my wife shall be selling or pawning her jewels for any reason whatever.

Think over the proposal I made downstairs.

If Polly is willing I'll lend Roberts the money to-morrow." She had thrown an arm over her face and she made no reply.

He went down stairs and put the box in the safe.