Family -- Juvenile fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Juvenile fiction
While I was speaking Susan remained motionless, but I noticed that she
began to breathe hard and quick.
"I do believe that this will set everything right," she said, "I do most
positively believe it. You give me the ring, miss, and stay here. I'll
be back in a minute; don't you stir till I come back to you, Miss
Rosamund."
"Listen, Susan, I must have money for the ring, money down. The more
you can get the better, and I'll hire it out for one night only.
Remember that, Susan, I only hire out the ring for one night."
"All right, miss, give me the ring at once. This may set matters
straight again. There ain't no saying. I'll attend to all you want,
Miss Rosamund, never you fear."
Susan almost snatched the old-fashioned little case out of my hand,
sprang up the stairs three steps at a time, and vanished.
I waited in the great, cold, empty hall with no other companion than my
fast-beating heart.
I had a curious sense of loneliness and even desolation, now that I had
parted with the ring. It seemed to me that Cousin Geoffrey was near,
and that he was looking at me reproachfully. I almost regretted what I
had done; if I had known where to find Susan I would have rushed after
her, and asked her for my ring back.
As it was, I had to restrain my impatience as best I could. Perhaps
Susan would be unsuccessful; perhaps in a moment or two she would bring
me back the ring. She did nothing of the kind. She kept me waiting for
a quarter of an hour, then she came back with five pounds in her hand.
"My missis is awfully obliged to you, Miss Rosamund, and--and here's
five sovereigns, miss. I couldn't get more, I couldn't really."
"And my ring, Susan, my ring?"
"You'll have it back to-morrow, miss."
"But is my precious ring safe? Is it in the house? Where is it?"
"Where is your ring, Miss Rosamund?" Susan stared at me, and spoke
almost pettishly. "Didn't you say you wanted to hire the ring out,
miss? Well, and haven't I done it? The ring is out--it's seeing
company to-night, that ruby ring; it's having a fine time; it belongs to
grand folk for the night, and it's seeing life, that's what it is. Oh,
I wish I was it! I think, Miss Rosamund, that ring is going to have a
lovely time."
"And you're sure I shall have it back by to-morrow?"
"Why, of course, miss. You come here about twelve o'clock. I shouldn't
be surprised if Madame wanted to do another hire with it; she seemed
mighty taken with the big ruby, and I dare say the young lady who wears
it to-night may want it again. But of course that's as you please,
miss."
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