“I beg your pardon, Miss Caroline,” he said. “I should have given you this last evening. It was by your place at the table. I think Captain Warren put it there, miss.”
Caroline took the parcel and looked at it wonderingly.
“For me?” she repeated.
“Yes, Miss Caroline. It is marked with your name. And breakfast is served, when you and Mr. Stephen are ready.”
He bowed and retired. The girl sat turning the little white box in her hands.
“He left it for me,” she said. “What can it be?”
Her brother snatched it impatiently.
“Why don’t you open it and find out?” he demanded. “Perhaps it’s his latch key. Here! I’ll do it myself.”
He cut the cord and removed the cover of the little box. Inside was the jeweler’s leather case. He took it out and pressed the spring. The cover flew up.
“Whew!” he whistled. “It’s a present. And rather a decent one, too, by gad! Look, Caro!”