The long, dark lashes were resting on her cheek; the pearls of the necklace, which gleamed here and there in the queenly braid, looked whiter by contrast with Daisy's chestnut hair. In one hand she had gathered the folds of her shawl, the other hung negligently at her side. From beneath the skirt of her simple dress, peeped one of the loveliest feet ever seen, and her whole attitude was unconsciously exquisite. She had just ceased speaking, and the faintest possible tinge of crimson was on her cheeks. "Daisy, you are one of God's good angels, or you would never have come to me in this repulsive place." Daisy's eyes were still bent on the floor. "Speak to me again, Daisy," said Mortimer, taking her hand. "Your voice gives me heart, and your words make me forget everything but you." Daisy lifted her dreamy hands, and said, softly:--"They could not find it." "Could not find what, Daisy?" "The necklace," said Daisy, smiling. "No," she continued, in a low, musical voice, "they searched in all the rooms, in all the trunks--turned over your papers and mother's work-basket--but they could not find it." And Daisy smiled again. "Where was it, Daisy?" "Here!" And Daisy, smiling all the while, lifted Mortimer's hand in hers, and placed it on the braid of hair. Mortimer started. "O, Daisy! Daisy! why did you do that?" The little foot tapped gently on the stone floor. "Because," said Daisy, dropping her eyes, "because, when I read your note yesterday, I doubted you for a moment: but when I looked at the portrait in your room, I believed you; and I hid the necklace in my hair, and came to ask your pardon." "Let any misfortune come to me, darling!" said Mortimer, touched with this ingenious act, "let come what will, I am strong! As sure as little Bell looks down from Heaven, you do not wear a stolen necklace. How it came into my hands I cannot tell, without wronging the dead. But, Daisy, it was imprudent for you to run this risk." "Oh, no; they hunted for something hidden, and could not see what was before their eyes," replied Daisy, giving a quick, low laugh, and then she grew thoughtful again. "But if they _had_ seen it, Daisy?" "Well." "You would have been implicated in this unhappy affair to your certain ruin, without benefiting me. You must leave the necklace here." "But I won't!" This time the pretty little foot was set firmly on the flagging. The jailor, who had been an attentive listener to the foregoing conversation, thrust his hands into the capacious pockets of his overcoat with the bearing of a man who is completely satisfied. "I knowed it," he said, emphatically; "the boy is misfortunate somehow, and the young girl's a trump--_she_ is. Lord help 'em! But time's up, and I must stop their talk." With this the man tapped on the door. Mortimer held Daisy in his arms for a moment, and then sat down on the bed. Daisy was gone, and it seemed as if the sunlight had gone with her, the cell grew so gloomy to the prisoner.