therefore alone in the schoolroom, where, towards eleven o'clock, she received a visit from Mrs. Guy. This lady's white shoulders heaved, under the pearls, with an emotion that the very red lips which formed, as if for the full effect, the happiest opposition of colour, were not slow to translate. 'My dear, you should have seen the sensation—they've had a success!'
Charlotte, dumb a moment, took it all in. 'It is as if they knew it—they're more and more alive. But so much the worse for both of us! I can't,' she brought out with an effort, 'be silent.'
'You mean to return them?'
'If I don't I'm a thief.'
Mrs. Guy gave her a long, hard look: what was decidedly not of the baby in Mrs. Guy's face was a certain air of established habit in the eyes. Then, with a sharp little jerk of her head and a backward reach of her bare beautiful arms, she undid the clasp and, taking off the necklace, laid it on the table. 'If you do, you're a goose.'
'Well, of the two———!' said our young lady, gathering it up with a sigh. And as if to get it, for the pang it gave, out of sight as soon as possible, she shut it up, clicking the lock, in the drawer of her own little table; after which, when she turned again, her companion, without it, looked naked and plain. 'But what will you say?' it then occurred to her to demand.
'Downstairs—to explain?' Mrs. Guy was, after all, trying at least to keep her temper. 'Oh, I'll put on something else and say that clasp is broken. And you won't of course name me to him,' she added.
'As having undeceived me? No—I'll say that, looking at the thing more carefully, it's my own private idea.'
'And does he know how little you really know?'
'As an expert—surely. And he has much, always, the conceit of his own opinion.'
