"I won't give her a penny!" said the little woman, setting her teeth and looking extremely ugly. "I want all my money to myself."
"You must return this money," said Durban coldly; "and also, this very moment, you must give back the diamond necklace."
Lady Watson placed her gloved hand on the jewel which flashed on her neck. "This?" she gasped. "Never! it is mine. It was bought for me."
"Quite so, madam," said Durban; "but when the Colonel found that you were flirting with Major Ruck, he determined to keep it for his child. By the will--of which I have a copy--Miss Beatrice inherits that necklace."
"Child!" said Lady Watson tragically, "will you see your mother robbed by this--this--this low nigger?"
"If the necklace is mine, I intend to have it," said Beatrice coldly; "it is my intention to make some use of it, otherwise I would leave it to you. I want to have nothing to do with you, Lady Watson."
Lady Watson dashed the fan she held on the table, and broke it to pieces. "I am your mother!"
"No," said Beatrice steadily, "you never loved me, or you would not have given me into the care of strangers."
"He made me--he made me," and she pointed to Durban.
"For the sake of my dead master," said Durban calmly. "Come now, madam, you must give up the necklace. I will see your lawyer to-morrow about the transfer of Miss Beatrice's money to herself."