very finely embroidered in the corner of the handkerchief.

The match went out, and Helena put the handkerchief back into the bag, which she examined in the now full moonlight, as they drifted out of the shadow.
"And the bag itself is a most beautiful little thing! It's shabby and old, but it cost a great deal when it was new.

What a strange, strange thing! We must tell Cousin Philip.

Somebody, perhaps, was watching us all the time!" She sat with her chin on her hands, gazing thoughtfully at French, the bag on her knees.

Now that the little adventure was over, and she was begging him to take her back quickly to the house, Geoffrey was only conscious of disappointment and chagrin.