Mortimer fixed his eyes on a pearl necklace which gently clasped the girl's neck, and started. The cross undulated on her bosom, which rose and fell like two full white roses in the wind.
"Where did you get that?" and Mortimer laid his hand on her arm nervously.
"It was a freak," said Daisy, blushing. "Are you angry?"
"Not angry, Daisy."
"But you look so."
"Do I? I am not. I grow unhappy when I see that necklace."
"It was Bell's, then?"
"Yes—no—don't ask me, Daisy."
"Why?"
A shadow came over Mortimer's face.