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"Oh, please don't be annoyed this glorious evening," interrupted Annie;
"we are so happy and you are so sweet. I thought perhaps we might have
coffee on the terrace; I know the very table where we can sit and we can
watch the moon sailing up from behind that great mountain--I cannot
possibly remember its name; I am not good at all at names."
"We will have coffee on the terrace if I wish it, Annie Brooke. In the
meantime I want to say what I have to say."
No one knew better when she was snubbed than Annie. She immediately
retired into her shell and looked very modest and pretty--something like
a daisy when it droops its head.
"I have been asking Parker about the jewels," continued Lady Lushington,
turning to her niece, "and she assures me you did not give her the
necklace to put away with the other things." Mabel coloured.
Annie said at once, "Mabel dear, did you not put it into the tray of
your trunk? You know I asked you to be sure to give it to Parker."
"I was in such a hurry at the last minute, I had not time; but it is
quite safe in my trunk," said Mabel.
"Well, I hope it is," said Lady Lushington; "but it is a foolish and
dangerous thing to do; and, Annie, I thought _you_ would see that Parker
had the necklace. However, no matter now; you will give it, Mabel, to
Parker to-night. It is not safe to have valuable jewels lying about in
these hotels. You know that there is a notice in every room that the
proprietors will not consider themselves liable if they are lost. No
one can tamper with the jewel-case, however, when it is under Parker's
care."
The girls murmured something, and the subject was dropped. They then
all went out on the terrace. They had not been there more than a minute
or two when a lady was seen to emerge from a shadowy corner and advance
towards Lady Lushington. There was an affectionate interchange of
greetings, and Annie whispered to Mabel to come away.
"How tiresome!" said Mabel. "When once Aunt Henrietta gets hold of an
old friend she is good for nothing. Now she won't take us anywhere and
we shall be as dull as ditch-water."
"Oh, nonsense, Mabel! We will make friends on our own account. What a
good thing the friend is not Mrs Ogilvie!"
"How can you tell that she isn't?" said Mabel. "Why, of course she
isn't; Mrs Ogilvie's name is not on the visitors' list."
The girls paced up and down.
"I got a great fright at dinner," said Mabel after a pause; "but you
helped me out of it as usual."
"Yes; but it was an awkward moment," said Annie. "I didn't for a moment
suppose that your aunt would keep on thinking of that necklace. I hope
she won't insist on seeing it. I am afraid, after all, even though Mrs
Ogilvie is not here, we must manage to lose it."
"Oh! I shall go wild if I have to go through that sort of thing," was
Mabel's answer.
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