one, "that Mrs.
Fitzgerald's first guess would have been correct. I took the bracelet.
I did not take it for a joke, I did not take it because I admire it--I
think it is hideously ugly. I took it because I had no money."

She paused and looked around at them all, quietly, yet with something in
her face from which they all shrank. She stood where the light fell full
upon her shabby black gown and dejected-looking hat. The hollows in her
pale cheeks, and the faint rims under her eyes, were clearly manifest;
but notwithstanding her fragile appearance, she held herself with
composure and even dignity. Twenty--thirty seconds must have passed
whilst she stood there, slowly finishing the buttoning of her gloves.
No one attempted to break the silence. She dominated them all--they felt
that she had something more to say. Even Mrs. Fitzgerald felt a weight
upon her tongue.

"It was a clumsy attempt," she went on. "I should have had no idea where
to raise money upon the thing, but I apologize to you, nevertheless,
Mrs. Fitzgerald, for the anxiety which my removal of your valuable
property must have caused you," she added, turning to the owner of the
bracelet, whose cheeks were once more hot with anger at the contempt in
the girl's tone. "I suppose I ought to thank you, Mr. Tavernake, also,
for your well-meant effort to preserve my character. In future, that
shall be my sole charge. Has any one anything more to say to me before I
go?"

Somehow or other, no one had. Mrs. Fitzgerald was irritated and fuming,
but she contented herself with a snort. Her speech was ready enough as
a rule, but there was a look in this girl's eyes from which she was glad
enough to turn away. Mrs. Lawrence made a weak attempt at a farewell.

"I am sure," she began, "we are all sorry for what's occurred and that
you must go--not that perhaps it isn't better, under the circumstances,"
she added hastily. "As regards--"

"There is nothing owing to you," the girl interrupted calmly. "You may
congratulate yourself upon that, for if there were you would not get it.
Nor have I stolen anything else."

"About your luggage?" Mrs. Lawrence asked.

"When I need it, I will send for it," the girl replied.

She turned her back upon them and before they realized it she was gone.
She had, indeed, something of the grand manner. She had come to plead
guilty to a theft and she had left them all feeling a little like
snubbed children. Mrs. Fitzgerald, as soon as the sp