m for money. A door closed between them. And the crisis had come at an
unfortunate moment. She possessed the sum of five shillings and
eightpence.

She perceived quite early that this shortness of money would greatly
embarrass the rebellion she contemplated. She was exceptionally ignorant
of most worldly things, but she knew there was never yet a campaign
without a war chest. She felt entitled to money....

She planned several times to make a demand for replenishment with a
haughty dignity; the haughty dignity was easy enough to achieve, but the
demand was not. A sensitive dread of her mother's sympathetic curiosity
barred all thoughts of borrowing in that direction,--she and her mother
"never discussed money matters." She did not want to get Georgina into
further trouble. And besides, Georgina was in Devonshire.

Even to get to Lady Beach-Mandarin's became difficult under these
circumstances. She knew that Clarence, though he would take her into the
country quite freely, had been instructed, on account of Sir Isaac's
expressed dread of any accident happening to her while alone, not to
plunge with her into the vortex of London traffic. Only under direct
orders from Sir Isaac would Clarence take her down Putney Hill; though
she might go up and away--to anywhere. She knew nothing of pawnshops or
any associated methods of getting cash advances, and the possibility of
using the telephone to hire an automobile never occurred to her. But she
was fully resolved to go. She had one advantage in the fact that Sir
Isaac didn't know the precise date of the disputed engagement. When that
arrived she spent a restless morning and dressed herself at last with
great care. She instructed Peters, her maid, who participated in these
preparations with a mild astonishment, that she was going out to lunch,
asked her to inform Mrs. Sawbridge of the fact and, outwardly serene,
made a bolt for it down the staircase and across the hall. The great
butler appeared; she had never observed how like a large note of
interrogation his forward contours could be.

"I shall be out to lunch, Snagsby," she said, and went past him into the
sunshine.

She left a discreetly astonished Snagsby behind her.

("Now where are we going out to lunch?" said Snagsby presently to
Peters.

"I've never known her so particular with her clothes," said the maid.

"Never before--not in the same way; it's something new and special to
this affair," Snagsby reflected, "I