Mrs. Walker stood up sternly. "Then you believe that Lesbia is an accomplice."
"No, I don't. My reason is different."
"You refuse to marry the daughter of a thief perhaps," said Lady Charvington mockingly.
"I do not. My reason--never mind. I can explain my reason to Lesbia when I see her," said George, standing very straight and looking very determined.
"You intend to see her, then?" asked his mother.
"This very evening."
"I shall come also," said Mrs. Walker quickly.
"If that is so," drawled Lady Charvington, "perhaps you will ask her what she has done with the cross."
"She has not got it," cried George. "How can she have it when you declared that her father stole it and----"
"Oh," Lady Charvington laughed cruelly, "I daresay her father gave her the amethyst cross, as her share of the plunder."