"Ah, yes!" she cried, "I should like it very much. I will wear it round my neck with a string, and love it so much, —better than Sophie."
She looked at it with great admiration as it glittered in the moonlight; but her next question fairly took Horace aback.
"Is it worth a great deal of money, Monsieur?" she inquired.
"Why, no, not a great deal—very little, in fact," he replied.
"Ah! then, I will beg papa to let me keep it always, always, and not to take it away."
"I daresay he will let you keep it, if you tell him you like it," said Graham, not clearly understanding her meaning.
"Oh! yes, but then he often gives me pretty things, and then sometimes he says he must take them away again, because they are worth so much money. I don't mind, you know, if he wants them; but I will ask him to let me keep this."
"And what becomes of all your pretty things?"
"I don't know; I have none now," she answered, "we left them behind at Spa. Do you know one reason why I would not dance to-night?" she added, lowering her voice confidentially.
"No; what was it?"