Anne turned away her face, for it was burning red. She knew very well what the stones signified, but she was not going to tell this jealous creature. Daisy's wits, however, were made keen by her secret anger, and after a few moments of thought she jumped up, clapping her hands. "I see it--the initials of your name. Amethyst stands for Anne and Diamond for Denham." "It might be so," replied Miss Denham coldly. "It is so," said Daisy, her small face growing white and pinched. "But what does the pearl mean? Ah, that you are a pearl!" "Nonsense, Daisy. Go you to bed, and don't imagine things." "It is not imagination," cried the girl shrilly, "and you know that well, Anne. What right have you to come and steal Giles from me?" "He is yours," said Anne sharply. "The ring----" "Oh, yes, the ring. I have his promise to marry me, but you have his heart. Don't I know. Give me that bangle." And she stretched out her hand with a clutching gesture. "No," said Anne sternly, "I shall keep my present. Go to bed. You are overtired. To-morrow you will be wiser." "I am wise now--too wise. You have made Giles love you." "I have not; I swear I have not," said Anne, beginning to lose her composure. "You have, and you love him; I see it in your face. Who are you to come into my life and spoil it?" "I am a governess. That is all you need to know." "You look like a governess," said Daisy, insultingly. "I believe you are a bad woman, and came here to steal Giles from me." "Daisy!"--Anne rose to her feet and walked towards the door--"I have had quite enough of your hysterical nonsense. If you came here to insult me in this way, it is time you went. Mr. Ware and I were complete strangers to one another when I came here." "Strangers! And what are you now?" "Friends--nothing more, nothing less." "So you say; and I daresay Giles would say the same thing did I ask him." Anne's face grew white and set. She seized the foolish, hysterical little creature by the wrist and shook her. "I'll tell you one thing," she said softly, and her threat was the more terrible for the softness, "I have black blood in my veins, for I was born at Martinique, and if you talk to Giles about me, I'll--I'll--kill you. Go and pray to God that you may be rid of this foolishness."