Presently I made it out to be, 'She is gone--The girl you brought ?' Much troubled, I answered yes, begging her not to think about the matter.

I need not have feared, however, for when she spoke again she did so without emotion, and rather as one seeing clearly something before her.
'When you find her, Gaston,' she murmured, 'do not be angry with her.

It was not her fault.

She--he deceived her.

See!' I followed the direction rather of her eyes than her hand, and found beneath the pillow a length of gold chain.