He opened the box and took out a small morocco case, and tossed it across the table.
"I had an idea you would forget it, and so——."
"By Jove, that's pretty!" broke in Yorke.
He had opened the case and revealed a gold bracelet, not set with diamonds, but of plain though first-rate workmanship. Just the sort of gift which a rather poor young man could manage.
"I'm glad you like it. I am sure Eleanor will, especially as it comes from you."
Yorke Auchester colored, and he looked for a moment as if he were about to decline the piece of jewelry; but, checking the words that rose to his lips, he put the case in his pocket.
"It's a shame to let her think it came from me, but I'll give it to her, because——." He paused.
"Because you are too good-natured to disoblige me," said the duke.
"She'll think I've been committing burglary."