'Then, you were very wrong to do so,' said Eveline, almost severely; 'he will be certain to draw his own deductions therefrom.'
'In something else I was, I fear, wrong too.'
'How?'
'I permitted him to try one of my gold bangles—one sent me by Allan from Delhi—on his arm, and it would not come off again.'
'And the bangle?'
'Is still there,' said Olive, laughing, but not without a little emotion of alarm.
'Oh, Olive!' exclaimed Eveline, with something of dismay, 'how could you? This is worse than the photo.'
CHAPTER VIII.
THE RIDING-PARTY.
For some time the days passed on as they generally do in a country-house like Dundargue, and there was all the usual flow of life and—with three exceptions, Sir Paget, Holcroft, and Cameron—change of guests and visitors, with the amusements wealth can give.