He snatched the bracelet from the man, and held it up in triumph.
"And left this bracelet there to prove it was no falsehood." Then Julia got frightened at the evidence and the terrible nature of the accusation.

"Oh!" cried she, in great distress, "can any one here believe that I am a creature so lost?
I have not seen the bracelet these two months.

I lent it--to--ah, here she is! Mary, save me from shame; you know I am innocent." Mary, who was standing at the window in Hope's study, came slowly forward, pale as death with her own trouble, to do an act of womanly justice.

"Miss Clifford," said she, languidly, as one to whom all human events were comparatively indifferent--"Miss Clifford lent the bracelet to me, and I left it at that man's inn." This she said right in the middle of them all.
The hotel-keeper took the bracelet from the unresisting hand of Bartley, touched his hat, and gave it to her.
"There, mistress," said he.

"I could have told them you was the lady, but they would not let a poor fellow get a word in edgeways." He retired with an obeisance.
Mary handed the bracelet to Julia, and then remained passive.
A dead silence fell upon them all, and a sort of horror crept over Mary Bartley at what must follow; but come what might, no power should induce her to say the word that should send Walter Clifford to jail for seven years.
Bartley came to her; she trembled, and her hands worked.
"What are you saying, you fool ?" he whispered.