You're going away, and he's gone, and--What is it, Edwards ?" The butler entered, with a small parcel in his hand.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Caroline," he said.

"I should have given you this last evening.

It was by your place at the table.

I think Captain Warren put it there, miss." Caroline took the parcel and looked at it wonderingly.
"For me ?" she repeated.
"Yes, Miss Caroline.

It is marked with your name.