“But you’ll not tell him why you wish to see them. No one is to know that till Craig comes back,” Helen said, in some alarm.
“Of course not,” her mother replied, as she left the room for the office.
Mark, who knew her errand, unlocked the safe at once and bade her look in.
“I wish to take them to my room,” Mrs. Tracy said, and with the boxes she returned to her salon, where the stones were examined and admired, and the change in their setting discussed. “I shall rather hate to part with them,” Mrs. Tracy said, “especially the pin and cross. I do not care so much for the ear-rings, they are so heavy.”
“And they are all I do care for, so you can have the pin and cross,” Helen replied, as she fitted the rings in her ears and turned in the sunlight to see them sparkle. “I think I shall keep them just as they are. I like their hanging, instead of clinging close to my ears. I’ll take them back,” she continued, and gathering up the boxes she went to the office, where she found Mark alone. “Aren’t they beautiful?” she said, turning her head coquettishly from side to side.
“Are you going to wear them?” he asked.
“Oh, no; I am just showing you how much they add to me,” she replied.
Mark said they were very fine, and began to unlock the safe to put them away, while Helen took one of them from her ear. The clasp to the other was bent, and after trying in vain to unclasp it, she gave a cry of pain.
“Oh-h! it’s cutting my flesh. What shall I do?”
“Can I help you?” Mark said.