If the bills were heavy, that
would be Lady Kirkbank's affair; and no doubt dear grandmother was rich
enough to afford anything Lesbia wanted. She had been told that she was
to take rank among heiresses.
Lady Maulevrier had given her granddaughter some old-fashioned
ornaments, topaz, amethysts, turquoise--jewels that had belonged to dead
and gone Talmashes and Angersthorpes--to be reset. This entailed a visit
to a Bond Street jeweller, and in the dazzling glass-cases on the
counter of the Bond Street establishment Lesbia saw a good many things
which she felt were real necessities to her new phase of existence, and
these, with Lady Kirkbank's approval, she ordered. They were not
important matters. Half-a-dozen gold bangles of real oriental
workmanship, three or four jewelled arrows, flies and beetles, and
caterpillars, to pin on her laces and flowers, a diamond clasp for her
pearl necklace, a dear little gold hunter to wear when she rode in the
park, a diamond butterfly to light up that old-fashioned amethyst
_parure_ which the jeweller was to reset with an artistic admixture of
brilliants.
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