"You can get nothing more?" was my suggestion.
"Nothing. It was like a dream, like something I had done and said before. What does it mean—do you know?"
"It's precisely what you did say—what Edna said, that is—yesterday."
For some time she was too bewildered to speak, and stood staring at me—through me. "You mean that Edna said what I've just said!" she asked.
"Yes." I handed the chain to her.
She put it away with a sharp gesture. "Oh, no! If she gave it to you, keep it! I have no right—" She turned away.
"But it was only to keep till we got home," I explained.
She looked at me keenly and threw back her shoulders proudly. "No, it wasn't. She meant you to have it."
"You remember it, then?"
She smiled sadly, pityingly. "No. But I'm a woman, and I know."