And when Lady Carleton, taking Florence by the hand, led her into her own room, and kneeling down with her gave thanks that the undoing of her childish folly had come through the sister of the man who had been most injured by it, and that all doubt and mystery were over, Florence never thought of being elated at her discovery; she felt grateful and quiet, and went to bed thinking chiefly of the hearty kiss with which Harry had parted from her, and his words: "I'm heartily grateful to you, Florence. You've been the means of doing me a real good turn." Even while, as she thought how she would try and deserve my lady's kind words, and be worth the friendly treatment she had had from her, the girlish thought pressed in between: "Oh, my! what _would_ Carrie and Ada think if they'd have known I'd had the finding of a real diamond necklace!" The flower show next day in a tent in the park was an occasion never to be forgotten, for there, in the centre of the tent, above Mr Elton's best orchids, and the geraniums from Sir Philip's garden, under a glass case, and with Mr Warren on guard beside them, lay the lost jewels of Ravenshurst, still tarnished and dusty, with the bits of touchwood clinging to them still, and testifying to the prison from which their brightness had been released, that all the world might know that they were found at last. And there all the country round came to look at them; Mr Cunningham, with his eldest son, looking more bright and genial than he had ever been seen before, telling the story to Mr and Mrs Murray. And there were Harry Whittaker and his father, to whom he had sent an urgent telegram, and Florence walking round with them, an object of astonishment to her Aunt Stroud and to Mattie, who had come also to see the wonderful jewels. And there were Geraldine and her governess-- Geraldine calling Florence eagerly to look at the wild-flower baskets sent by "our class." And at last in the afternoon, to the intense joy of Wyn Warren, came Mr Edgar himself. How carefully Wyn led the pony across the smooth turf and round the tent, where every one made way, and Edgar lay back quite still, not nodding and half raising himself and looking about, as had been his wont, but resting on his pillows, with only his bright eyes watching everything! He stopped in the middle of the tent, and Alwyn lifted down the jewels and showed them to him, one by one; and Harry, who had never yet seen him, came up to shake hands with him, and Edgar smiled at him and said in his old lively way: "Found at last, you see!" and then, "My brother talks to me often about you." Harry could hardly speak, the white face and bright eyes quite overcame him. "I want to see the wild flowers," said Edgar, and the various collections were shown to him, with Wyn's with the words "First Prize" on it.