"How can I ever rebuke you again?"
"Then I needn't try to be serious?"
"Oh, if it's a bribe——"
"Look at the name on the plate behind—'Alice.'"
"That will have to be changed," said Harry, coming nearer to glance at the brooch. "Why!" he snatched at the jewels, but caught himself in time. His mother looked at him in an eloquent appeal for silence.
"Where did you get them?" he asked.
"Rabofsky. An old bric-a-brac man. Why, do you fancy they're stolen?"
"Oh, no. I congratulate your sister. The name made me start. It is my mother's, you know."
"I was Alice Brewster," said Mrs. Arnold.
"Speaking of philanthropists, Rosalie," said Tristram, to change the subject, "how did you like the noble Earl of Marmouth?"