“Do you mind telling me what you do propose to do, then?” she continued still without looking at him, still without the slightest note of appeal in her tone.
He withdrew the bracelet from his pocket and balanced it upon his finger.
“I am going to say that I took it for a joke,” he declared.
She hesitated.
“Mrs. Fitzgerald's sense of humor is not elastic,” she warned him.
“She will be very angry, of course,” he assented, “but she will not believe that I meant to steal it.”
The girl moved slowly a few steps away.
“I suppose that I ought to thank you,” she said, still with averted face and sullen manner. “You have really been very decent. I am much obliged.”
“Are you not coming down?” he asked.
“Not at present,” she answered. “I am going to my room.”