“Oh, of course I won’t. I am immensely interested,” said Fanchon. “I do hope they’ll find it; I should think they’ll be sure to. What was it like, exactly? do you mind telling me?”
“Exactly like this; do you notice the beautiful carving all round the gold? and the gold is the best that can be procured, and the stone was exactly the size of my ruby. I am July, you know, so the ruby is my stone. Well, well—we had better not say any more about it now—”
“I have a bangle of my own,” suddenly said Fanchon.
“Have you?”
“Yes—but I mustn’t tell you about it. I ought not even to have mentioned that I have one. It was given to me by—by—a great friend. I prize it dearly. I longed and longed to wear it to-day, but I was not allowed.”
“Who wouldn’t let you wear it?” asked Pauline.
“My governess—Miss Carlton. She said that little girls didn’t wear jewellery. But you are younger than me, and you have your bangle on. I do wish Miss Carlton would have let me wear mine! It is—oh—I should like to describe it!”
Pauline looked at her attentively.
“Well,” she said, “why don’t you—that is, if you want to.”
She was not really interested in Fanchon’s bangle.