Mrs. Belknap's eyelids flickered inquiringly.
"Winston was my mother's name before she was married," Jane explained, with a scornful curl of her pretty lip. "This locket has my father's picture in it, as you see. Mother used to wear it on her neck. I can just remember it."
"It is a very handsome locket," murmured Mrs. Belknap.
"And these are mother's wedding and betrothal rings. This sapphire is very old; it belonged to my great-great-grandmother Aubrey-Blythe. There are some other jewels which belonged to mother, but Uncle Robert has them put away for me. I suppose I shall never see them again."
Jane choked a little over her last words, and two or three big, homesick tears dropped on the two rings.
"Jane!" exclaimed Mrs. Belknap, with sudden sharpness, "what—what is that?" She was pointing to a corner of the trunk, her eyes round with horrified surprise.
Jane's tear-blurred gaze followed the direction of her mistress's accusing finger.
"Will you take everything out of the trunk, please, and place the articles on this chair, one by one," commanded Mrs. Belknap.
The girl obeyed in stupefied silence.
"Do these articles—this fraternity badge, these hat pins, and this handkerchief belong to you, Jane?"