Anne turned away her face, for it was burning red. She knew very well what the stones signified, but she was not going to tell this jealous creature. Daisy's wits, however, were made keen by her secret anger, and after a few moments of thought she jumped up, clapping her hands.
"I see it—the initials of your name. Amethyst stands for Anne and Diamond for Denham."
"It might be so," replied Miss Denham coldly.
"It is so," said Daisy, her small face growing white and pinched. "But what does the pearl mean? Ah, that you are a pearl!"
"Nonsense, Daisy. Go you to bed, and don't imagine things."
"It is not imagination," cried the girl shrilly, "and you know that well, Anne. What right have you to come and steal Giles from me?"
"He is yours," said Anne sharply. "The ring——"
"Oh, yes, the ring. I have his promise to marry me, but you have his heart. Don't I know. Give me that bangle." And she stretched out her hand with a clutching gesture.
"No," said Anne sternly, "I shall keep my present. Go to bed. You are overtired. To-morrow you will be wiser."