“Sheila!” he said. “Look here! I—I want you to send for Miss La Chêne to come back—”
“I dare say you do!” his sister interrupted.
His face was flushed, and no man had ever a guiltier air. Young Mandeville was not diplomatic, not adroit. So far in his life he had had no occasion to be. He had existed in magnificent candor.
“You made a big mistake,” he went on. “I knew it all the time. I knew she—”
“Perfectly obvious!” murmured Sheila.
These words very greatly perturbed him. He didn’t know quite what his sister meant, and he was alarmed; but he continued doggedly:
“Because I found your confounded bracelet this morning—in your room at the hotel, where you’d left it.”
Mrs. Robinson and Mrs. Milner looked at each other.
“Ah!” murmured Sheila.
“And here it is,” said he.