"Well, you must ask that of Miss Deveen. He has come here to see her: something's up, I fancy, about those emerald studs." Had it been to save my fortune, I could not have helped saying it. I saw it all as in a mirror. _She_ it was who had taken them, and pledged them afterwards. A similar light flashed on Miss Deveen. She followed her with her severe face, her condemning eyes. "Take care, Johnny!" cried Miss Deveen. I was just in time to catch Sophie Chalk. She would have fallen on my shoulder. The room was in a commotion at once: a young lady had fainted. What from? asked every one. Oh, from the heat, of course. And no other reason was breathed. Mr. James's mission was over. It had been successful. He made his bow to Lady Whitney, and withdrew. * * * * * Miss Deveen sent for Sophie Chalk the next day, and they had it out together, shut up alone. Sophie's coolness was good for any amount of denial, but it failed here. And then she took the other course, and fell on her knees at Miss Deveen's feet, and told a pitiable story of being alone in the world, without money to dress herself, and the open jewel-casket in Miss Deveen's chamber (into which accident, not design, had really taken her) proving too much in the moment's temptation. Miss Deveen believed it; she told her the affair should never transpire beyond the two or three who already knew it; that she would redeem the emeralds herself, and say nothing even to Lady Whitney; but, as a matter of course, Miss Chalk must close her acquaintance with Sir John's family. And, singular to say, Sophie received a letter from someone that same evening, inviting her to go out of town. At least, she said she did. So, quitting the Whitneys suddenly was plausibly accounted for; and Helen Whitney did not know the truth for many a day. What did Tod think? For that, I expect, is what you are all wanting to ask. That was another curious thing--that he and Bill Whitney should have come to an explanation before the ball was over. Bill went up to him, saying that had he supposed Tod could mean anything serious in his admiration of Sophie Chalk, he should never have gone in for admiring her himself, even in pastime; and certainly would not continue to do so or spoil sport again. "Thank you for telling me," answered Tod, with indifference. "You are quite welcome to go in for Sophie Chalk in any way you please. _I_ have done with her." "No," said Bill, "good girls must grow scarcer than they are before I should go in seriously for Sophie Chalk. She's all very well to talk and laugh with, and she is uncommonly fascinating." It was my turn to put in a word. "As I told you, Bill, months ago, Sophie Chalk would fascinate the eyes out of your head, give her the chance." Bill laughed. "Well she has had the chance, Johnny: but she has not done it." Altogether, Sophie, thanks to her own bad play, had fallen to a discount.