“I am so glad your taste coincides with mine,” said Janet, with a quick coquettish glance upward. “I couldn’t bear to lose the bracelet; it is so unique.”
Tom stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Have you ever seen another bracelet like it?” he questioned at length. A keen glance accompanied the words, but Janet was watching the distant dancers, and her expression conveyed nothing to him.
“N—no, I don’t believe I have,” she replied slowly, and Tom’s heart sank. “It’s unusual appearance is one of its beauties to me. Have you my bracelet with you?”
“Have I?” in profound astonishment. “No,” then seeing her disappointed look, he asked sharply, “Why should you expect me to have your bracelet?”
“Who else would have it?” her eyes opening wider. “Didn’t you redeem it for me?”
“Of course I did, but I left it at your house on Saturday.”
“Left it at my house?” she half rose, then sank back again in her chair. “I have never received it.”
“What! Didn’t you find it in the box of violets?”
“Violets? I never received any violets from you.”
“You didn’t?” Tom’s bewilderment was so pronounced that Janet took fright.