you remind me of them? Do see about getting them sold. You will not mind about parting with them. You gave them all to me long ago."
She lifted the upper tray and looked below.
"If we can do without them, darling, I would rather keep them for you," said Mrs Davilow, seating herself beside Gwendolen with a feeling of relief that she was beginning to talk about something. The usual relation between them had become reversed. It was now the mother who tried to cheer the daughter. "Why, how came you to put that pocket-handkerchief in here?"
It was the handkerchief with the corner torn off which Gwendolen had thrust in with the turquoise necklace.
"It happened to be with the necklace—I was in a hurry," said Gwendolen, taking the handkerchief away and putting it in her pocket. "Don't sell the necklace, mamma," she added, a new feeling having come over her about that rescue of it which had formerly been so offensive.
"No, dear, no; it was made out of your dear father's chain. And I should prefer not selling the other things. None of them are of any great value. All my best ornaments were taken from me long ago."
Mrs Davilow coloured. She usually avoided any
