"Yes, isn't it a nuisance! I don't know how I could have lost it—I suppose the clasp was loose. I had it on out here."
"Let me help you," said Conrad. In an undertone he added, "Don't find it yet. Let's look further off. Oh my dearest, it was so sweet of you! I'm in such a rage, I'm so wretched."
"Where were you sitting, Mrs. Adaile?" asked Armoury, peering about.
"Over here, over there, I don't know," she said hurriedly.... "Is it still in the chair?" she whispered.
"Yes," whispered Conrad. "Are you sorry you're going from me?"
"A little."
"To leave you like this," he sighed, "it's awful. Joan——"
"Well?"
"Let me come to your room to say 'good-bye.'"
She started.