"Look at mine," she said.
"No, no; Bessie's has a different design. I want to see that. Show me yours, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth did not stir. Whiter she could not grow, but a hopeless despair settled over her face, pitiful to witness.
"Can't you show me your bracelet?" demanded her husband, with natural impatience.
"I haven't it," she faltered.
"Why, I saw it on your arm at dinner!"
"Oh, don't bother, Grant," interposed Elsie; "talking about devices, when one is half asleep."
"Elizabeth, where is your bracelet?" demanded her husband, imperiously.
The exigency of the case gave her courage.
"I have lost it," she said, her voice sounding fairly indifferent from the effort she made at composure.