"I don't know who she is," replied Grace. "I was standing by mamma when she was introduced, but did not catch the name. She came late, with the Cadogans."
"The idea of people being in the house that you don't know!" indignantly spoke Frances, who was working herself into a fever. "Where's Sarah? Do you know that?"
"In the card-room, at the whist-table."
Lady Sarah, however, had left it, for Frances only turned from Grace to encounter her. "I do believe your lost bracelet is in the room," she whispered, in agitation. "I think I have seen it."
"Impossible!" responded Lady Sarah Hope.
"It looks exactly the same; gold links interspersed with diamonds: and the clasp is the same; three stars. A tall, ugly woman has it on, her black hair strained off her face." For, it should be remarked en passant, that such was not the fashion then.
"So very trying for plain people!" remarked Lady Sarah, carelessly. "Where is she?"
"There: she is standing up now. Let us get close to her. Her dress is that beautiful maize colour, with old lace."
Lady Sarah Hope drew near, and obtained a sight of the bracelet. The colour flew into her face.
"It is mine, Fanny," she whispered.