Miss Kresney waited for more--her face and figure one fervent note of interrogation. She had tact enough to realise that she could not press verbal inquiry further. But her air of interested expectation was not lost on Evelyn Desmond. A pressing need was urging her to unburden her mind through the comforting channels of speech. Cut off, by her own act, from the two strong natures on whom she leaned for sympathy and help, there remained only this girl, who would certainly give her the one, and might possibly give her the other, in the form of practical information. It was this last thought that turned the scale in Miss Kresney's favour; and Evelyn spoke. "I think it's very nice of you to mind that I am unhappy, and to want to help me. But I don't know whether you can; because it's--it's about money." The merest shadow of astonishment flittered across Miss Kresney's face. But she said no word, and Evelyn went on--her nervousness giving way rapidly before the relief of speech. "I have a whole heap of bills here, for dresses and things, that I simply can't pay for out of my allowance. It's not because my husband doesn't give me enough," she added, with a pathetic flash of loyalty. "He gives me all he can possibly spare. But I'm stupid and unpractical. I just order clothes when I want them, and never think about the price till the bill comes in, and then it's too late! My mother did it all before I married. I wish to goodness she had taught me to manage for myself; but it's no use thinking of that now. The question is--where can I get money to pay these bills without troubling my husband about them. I must find some way to do it, only--I don't the least know how. Aren't there natives out here who buy people's jewels, or--or lend them money when they want it in a hurry? I thought--perhaps--you might know whether I could manage to do it--up here?" The surprise in Miss Kresney's face deepened to alarm. "Oh, but indeed, Mrs Desmond, you cannot do anything like that. The native money-lenders are veree bad people to deal with; and they ask such big interest, that if you once start with them it is almost impossible to get free again. You say you are inexperienced about money, and that would make it far worse. You cannot do anything of that kind--reallee." Evelyn rose in an access of helpless impatience. "But if I can't do that, what _can_ I do?" she cried. "I've got to do _some_thing--somehow, don't you see? Some of them are beginning to bother me already, and--it frightens me." A long silence followed upon her simple, impassioned statement of the case. Miss Kresney was meditating a startling possibility.