"Where did you get it?"
"Where you left it."
"Where was that?"
"On the table, at the left hand of your plate, covered by your napkin."
Elizabeth stretched out her hand for it.
"Not so fast — I have it in my possession, as I told you, and I claim a reward for recovering it from its ignoble condition."
"I shall set my own conditions then," said Elizabeth. "I will let anybody put it on, who will do me the pleasure to explain it first."
"Explain?" said Rufus, looking in a sort of comical doubt at the cameo; — "I see the features of Mr. Haye, which never need explanation to me."
"Not in nature; but do you understand them when they look so brown on a white ground?"
"They look very natural!" said Rufus eyeing the cameo.