Emmeline, vexed at her forgetfulness, did not answer. She saw her husband’s eyes were fixed upon her; and, anxious to put an end to so disagreeable an evening, wishing them all good night, she hastened into her own room.
When there, she found that the brooch—the precious brooch, was missing. She dared not tell her maid of her loss, for fear that any enquiry after it would lead to a discovery of her theft; but, as soon as she was gone, and all quiet in the house, Emmeline examined every part of her own room, of the gallery, and of the drawing-room; but all in vain. Tired and annoyed, she was at last obliged to give up the search, trusting that daylight would betray its hiding place.
CHAPTER VI.
——It grieved her not a little, tho’
She seemed it well to beare.
And thus she reasons with herself—
‘Some fault perhaps in me,
‘Somewhat is done, that so he doth:
‘Alas! what may it be?