"Oh, it's you!" cried Caprice, sitting up on the sofa, looking pale and wan in her white dress. "I'm glad of that--I've just seen that Naball, and he's been accusing me of stealing my own jewels."
"Well, did you?" asked Fenton complacently.
"Of course I didn't," she retorted angrily; "why should I? Naball thinks I did it to replace the money Malton stole."
"How did he find out that?" asked Fenton, who knew quite well he had told him about it himself.
"He overheard Mrs. Malton thanking me," retorted Kitty impatiently; "the money has been replaced, so I suppose, you did it."
"Yes, I did," said Fenton boldly, "for your sake."
"You're a good fellow, Fenton," said Kitty, in a softened tone. "I'm glad you did what I asked you--now, go away, for I must get a sleep, or I'll never be able to act to-night."
"But what about this jewel?" asked Fenton, taking the crescent out of his pocket. "Naball said you denied it being yours."
"So I did," replied Caprice pettishly.
"But why? I gave it to you."