Duchess Susan explained it in her blunt style: ‘She wants him to go away home, and he says he will, if she’ll give him that double skein of silk she swings about, and she says she won’t, let him ask as long as he pleases; so he says he sha’n’t go, and I’m sure I don’t see why he should; and she says he may stay, but he sha’n’t have her necklace, she calls it. So Mr. Camwell snatches, and Chloe fires up. Gracious, can’t she frown!—at him. She never frowns at anybody but him.’
Caseldy attempted persuasion on Mr. Camwell’s behalf. With his mouth at Chloe’s ear, he said, ‘Give it; let the poor fellow have his memento; despatch him with it.’
‘I can hear! and that is really kind,’ exclaimed Duchess Susan.
‘Rather a missy-missy schoolgirl sort of necklace,’ Mr. Beamish observed; ‘but he might have it, without the dismissal, for I cannot consent to lose Alonzo. No, madam,’ he nodded at the duchess.
Caseldy continued his whisper: ‘You can’t think of wearing a thing like that about your neck?’
‘Indeed,’ said Chloe, ‘I think of it.’
‘Why, what fashion have you over here?’
‘It is not yet a fashion,’ she said.
‘A silken circlet will not well become any precious pendant that I know of.’
‘A bag of dust is not a very precious pendant,’ she said.