The brooch must have cost at least three hundred dollars." The meal was finished in silence, for even Mrs.Fowler's cheerfulness would flag now and then without a spur; and Gabriella made no effort to keep up the strained conversation.

As soon as they had risen from the table, she ran upstairs to dress for the street, and then, before going out, she sat down at her desk, and wrapped up the brooch and the bracelet in tissue paper.

For a minute she gazed, undecided, at the amethyst necklace.

Mr.Fowler had given it to her, and she hated to part with it.

George's gifts meant nothing to her now, but she felt a singular fondness for the amethyst necklace.
"I'd better take it with me," she thought; and wrapping it with the others, she put the package into her little bag, and went out of the room.