"Where is the lady's brooch you bought in Paris?" she asked. "Show it to me, and I'll be satisfied. Well, where is it?"
Then I recollected that Annette had passed through the room of the hotel in Paris when I emptied my pockets there; I was looking at the brooch, debating what I should do with it.
"You are thinking what to say," Barbara continued. "I will save you the trouble of inventing a lie. Say that you bought it for me."
"It would be the truth. I did buy it for you."
"Give it me, then; it belongs to me."
"I cannot give it to you; I have parted with it."
"I knew it without your telling me. You gave it to the other woman."
"There is no other woman in the case. Be reasonable, Barbara. Things are bad enough, God knows, but I can honestly say you have no cause for jealousy. The brooch was intended for you, but I changed my mind, and returned it to the jeweler."
"Not thinking it suitable for me."
"Exactly. I did not think it suitable for you."