“No, no, Euphra; Mr. Arnold would miss it. Besides, you know it would not be my father’s ring, and it was not for the value of the diamond I cared most about it. And I am not sure that I shall not find it again. I am going up to London, where I shall fall in with him, I hope.”
“But do take care of yourself. He has no conscience. God knows, I have had little, but he has none.”
“I know he has none; but a conscience is not a bad auxiliary, and there I shall have some advantage of him. But what could he want that ring of Lady Euphrasia’s for?”
“I don’t know. He never told me.”
“It was not worth much.”
“Next to nothing.”
“I shall be surer to find that than my own. And I will find it, if I can, that Mr. Arnold may believe I was not to blame.”
“Do. But be careful.”
“Don’t fear. I will be careful.”
She held out her hand, as if to take leave of him, but withdrew it again with the sudden cry: