She spoke hesitantly.
"There's your pearl pendant you forgot and kept on when you put on my dress to go out riding with William." It was not one of the world's famous jewels; yet was of sufficient importance to be known, in a limited circle, as "The De Peyster Pearl." "I know the chain wouldn't bring much; but you could raise a lot on the pearl from a pawnbroker." Mrs.De Peyster tried to look shocked.

"What! I take my pearl to a pawnbroker!" "Of course, I wouldn't expect you to go to a pawnshop, ma'am," Matilda apologized.

"I'd take it." Mrs.De Peyster had a moment's picture of Matilda's laying the pearl before a pawnbroker and asking for a fraction of its worth, a mere thousand or two; and of the hard-eyed usurer glancing at it, announcing that the pearl was spoof, and offering fifty cents upon it.
"Matilda, you should know that I would not part with such an heirloom," she said rebukingly.
"But, ma'am, in a crisis like this--" "That will do, Matilda!" Matilda said no more about the pearl then.

She went to her bank and gave due notice of her desire to withdraw her funds.

That, however, was provision merely for the next month and thereafter.