"Your brooch?" Dr.Merkle appeared not to remember.
"My, yes--I get so many things of that kind.Well, my dear, you'll have to wait while I get it out of the safe.I don't leave valuables like that laying round like the noospaper."She disappeared for a moment, and returned with a bit of twisted-up tissue paper from which she unwrapped the brooch.
Charity, as she looked at it, felt a stir of warmth at her heart.She held out an eager hand.
"Have you got the change?" she asked a little breathlessly, laying one of the twenty-dollar bills on the table.
"Change? What'd I want to have change for? I only see two twenties there," Dr.Merkle answered brightly.
Charity paused, disconcerted."I thought...you said it was five dollars a visit....""For YOU, as a favour--I did.But how about the responsibility and the insurance? I don't s'pose you ever thought of that? This pin's worth a hundred dollars easy.If it had got lost or stole, where'd Ibeen when you come to claim it?"
Charity remained silent, puzzled and half-convinced by the argument, and Dr.Merkle promptly followed up her advantage."I didn't ask you for your brooch, my dear.
I'd a good deal ruther folks paid me my regular charge than have 'em put me to all this trouble."She paused, and Charity, seized with a desperate longing to escape, rose to her feet and held out one of the bills.
"Will you take that?" she asked.
"No, I won't take that, my dear; but I'll take it with its mate, and hand you over a signed receipt if you don't trust me.""Oh, but I can't--it's all I've got," Charity exclaimed.
Dr.Merkle looked up at her pleasantly from the plush sofa."It seems you got married yesterday, up to the 'Piscopal church; I heard all about the wedding from the minister's chore-man.It would be a pity, wouldn't it, to let Mr.Royall know you had an account running here? I just put it to you as your own mother might."Anger flamed up in Charity, and for an instant she thought of abandoning the brooch and letting Dr.Merkle do her worst.But how could she leave her only treasure with that evil woman? She wanted it for her baby: she meant it, in some mysterious way, to be a link between Harney's child and its unknown father.
Trembling and hating herself while she did it, she laid Mr.Royall's money on the table, and catching up the brooch fled out of the room and the house....
In the street she stood still, dazed by this last adventure.But the brooch lay in her bosom like a talisman, and she felt a secret lightness of heart.It gave her strength, after a moment, to walk on slowly in the direction of the post office, and go in through the swinging doors.At one of the windows she bought a sheet of letter-paper, an envelope and a stamp; then she sat down at a table and dipped the rusty post office pen in ink.She had come there possessed with a fear which had haunted her ever since she had felt Mr.
Royall's ring on her finger: the fear that Harney might, after all, free himself and come back to her.It was a possibility which had never occurred to her during the dreadful hours after she had received his letter; only when the decisive step she had taken made longing turn to apprehension did such a contingency seem conceivable.She addressed the envelope, and on the sheet of paper she wrote:
I'm married to Mr.Royall.I'll always remember you.
