“Bring me your watch and chain,” was the next mandate.
She hesitated a moment. It had been a gift from Richard Forrester, was very valuable, and she prized it above all her other trinkets.
“Bring it,” he repeated.
She went to do his bidding, and gave it to him without a murmur.
But he did not care for it, it seemed, as he laid it down upon her writing-desk and left it there untouched.
“Now give me that ring from your finger,” he said, pointing to the beautiful pearl that Earle had placed upon her hand.
She involuntarily clasped her hands tightly together, and stood staring helplessly at him without obeying him.
“Take it off,” he repeated, more sternly; but she did not move.
He muttered a curse, and then bade her go bring the contents of her jewel-box.
Instantly she turned to do his bidding, carefully gathered up every article and brought them to him.