"I suppose you know what I want it for now ?" "Why," said Mary, "of course I do: to soothe his wounded feelings." "Soothe _his_ feelings!" cried Julia, scornfully; "and how about mine?
No; the only thing I want it for now is to fling it in his face.

His soul is as small as his body: he's a little, mean, suspicious, jealous fellow, and I'm very glad to have lost him." She flounced off all on fire, looking six feet high, and got quite out of sight before she began to cry.
Then the truth came out.

Mary, absorbed in conjugal bliss, had left it at the hotel by the lakes.

She told Walter.
"Oh, hang it!" said Walter; "that's unlucky; you will never see it again." "Oh yes, I shall," said Mary; "they are very honest people at that inn; and I have written about it, and told them to keep it safe, unless they have an opportunity of sending it." Walter reflected a moment.

"Take my advice, Mary," said he.