"Juliet. Pat gave her the sealed packet, and—she's rather an expert!—she found the pearls were false."
"Yet—she wore them."
"Yes."
"Then that was because she thought I——"
"Don't say it!"
"Can you say it wasn't her thought?"
"She's accused her own husband—whom she adores."
"Or me! Was that not it?"
Jack was silent.
With a little cry Lyda covered her face with her hands, and he saw that she trembled. Hardly knowing what he did he went to her, took the two cold hands and held them to his lips. She looked up to him with eyes bright with tears, and—the next instant she was in his arms.