'Then you think we can keep it?'
'Of course we can keep it. This is now our ticket.'
'You mean my ticket,' Mrs Bixby said firmly. 'I found it.'
'My dear girl, what does it matter? The important thing is that we are now in a position to go and redeem it any time we like for only fifty dollars. How about that?'
'Oh, what fun!' she cried. 'I think it's terribly exciting, especially when we don't even know what it is. It could be anything, isn't that right, Cyril? Absolutely anything!'
'It could indeed, although it's most likely to be either a ring or a watch.'
'But wouldn'
t it be marvellous if it was a real treasure? I mean something really old, like a wonderful old vase or a Roman statue.'
'There's no knowing what it might be, my dear. We shall, just have to wait and see.'
'I think it's absolutely fascinating! Give me the ticket and I'll rush over first thing Monday morning and find out!'
'I think I'd better do that.'
'Oh no!' she cried. 'Let me do it!'
'I think not. I'll pick it up on my way to work.'
'But it's my ticket! Please let me do it, Cyril! Why should you have all the fun?'
'You don't know these pawnbrokers, my dear. You're liable to get cheated.'
'I wouldn't get cheated, honestly I wouldn't. Give it to me, please.'
'Also you have to have fifty dollars,' he said, smiling. 'You have to pay out fifty dollars in cash before they'll give it to you.'
'I've got that,' she said. 'I think.'
'I'd rather you didn't handle it, if you don't mind.'
'But Cyril, I found it. It's mine. Whatever it is, it's mine, isn't that right?'
'Of course it's yours, my dear. There's no need to get so worked up about it.'
'I'm not. I'm just excited, that's all.'
'I suppose it hasn't occurred to you that this might be something entirely masculine - a pocket-watch, for example, or a set of shirt-studs. It isn't only women that go to pawnbrokers, you know.'
'In that case I'll give it to you for Christmas,' Mrs Bixby said magnanimously. 'I'll be delighted. But if it's a woman's thing, I want it myself. Is that agreed?'
'That sounds very fair. Why don't you come with me when I collect it?'
Mrs Bixby was about to say yes to this, but caught herself just in time. She had no wish to be greeted like an old customer by the pawnbroker in her husband's presence.
'No,' she said slowly. 'I don't think I will. You see, it'll be even more thrilling if I stay behind and wait. Oh, I do hope it isn't going to be something that neither of us wants.'
'You've got a point there,' he said. 'If I don't think it's worth fifty dollars, I won't even take it.'
'But you said it would be worth five hundred.'
'I'm quite sure it will. Don't worry.'