"Yes, Miss Annesley."
"Do you still possess it?"
"Yes, Miss."
"And why did you pick it up?"
"It was fresh and beautiful; and I believed that some lady at the dinner had worn it."
"And so you picked it up? Where did you find it?"
"Outside the bow-window, Miss."
"When?"
He thought for a moment. "In the morning, Miss."
"Take care, James; it was not yet eleven o'clock, at night."