"You can write to Helen. It will take a few weeks to get your _trousseau_ ready, and by then she can come home." The big, dark eyes were dilated with terror. "I should not like to _hurry_ Helen home. I want--want--her--to enjoy her trip as long as she likes," faltered Kathleen, piteously. "You dear, timid child! you are determined to make Teddy wait for his happiness," laughed her friend. "Well, never mind: let it be as long as you choose. Only you will not mind if I begin to get your _trousseau_ ready? You know there are always so many delays." A burning blush stole over Kathleen's pure cheek. "Dear Mrs. Stone, Teddy will have to take me as I am. I have no money for a _trousseau_," she sighed. "Let that be my care. Surely I may make a wedding gift to my cousin's bride!" "Let it be as simple as possible, then, dear Mrs. Stone," answered proud Kathleen. But that night she thought of the necklace she had left with Golden & Glitter. It was worth five thousand dollars, and they had advanced her one thousand on it. Perhaps they would let her have more--enough to buy her simple wedding garments, and save her the humiliation of accepting them from Mrs. Stone. She was not afraid of startling them. The story of her return had leaked out; the Boston papers had given it publicity. So she went in Mrs. Stone's carriage the next morning to the great jewelers, and was received by them with the greatest affability. They overwhelmed her with congratulations on her resurrection. But when she asked about her diamond necklace they told her an amazing story. Ivan Belmont had come to them soon after her supposed death, and redeemed the necklace by the payment of a thousand dollars, acting, he claimed, under the instructions of his mother. Kathleen gazed at him in astonishment. "But I never told any human being about selling the diamonds! How could they know?" she exclaimed. The jewelers were as much puzzled as she was. They had told no one, either, but were intending to acquaint Mrs. Carew with the truth, when Ivan Belmont had forestalled them by presenting himself and redeeming the necklace. They advised the young girl to go to Mrs. Carew and demand the return of the jewels. They did not doubt that she would be glad to return them to the hapless girl they had stripped of everything. Kathleen's eyes were flashing with anger. She passionately gave the order to drive to Commonwealth Avenue, determined to demand her rights. When Jones opened the door to the imperious young beauty his face lighted with instant recognition and he rejoiced to see that she had survived the horrors of that dreadful night when Mrs. Carew had cast her forth to die. But he remembered the orders of his mistress, and firmly barred her entrance. "Mrs. Carew's orders was not to admit you, miss, if you came again," he said, resolutely. "How dare she!" exclaimed Kathleen, her eyes flashing.