'God bless you, little one. I wish you well over all this.'
Sir Paget had left Dundargue pending the final arrangements, as he thought; thus the cloud and the dread were hanging over her still.
'Has Olive received back her gold bangle—my gift—from Mr. Holcroft?' asked Allan, with knitted brows.
'I—I think not. How did you learn he had it?'
'Plainly enough—I saw it on his wrist!'
'Where he put it, in play—not she.'
'I should hope not, by Jove!'
'I know she has asked him for it repeatedly.'
'Can't make the beggar out.'
'I can—he thinks Olive an heiress.