"He knows a lot about bangles, anyhow," said Fanchon, "for he was greatly struck with mine; indeed, I was thankful he was, for I couldn't utter a word, and didn't know from Adam what to say until he began to talk of it. And he said--oh, Brenda! that there is one advertised for in all the papers just like mine. I told him I wasn't a bit surprised, for mine was so very beautiful." Brenda's heart sank down to her very boots. Her rosy, radiant face turned white. "There!" she exclaimed, "I see you are nothing whatever but a gossip. I don't know when I will be able to let you have the bangle again. But now let's come to bed, and let's tread softly--we can manage without a light of course; it wouldn't do to wake Josephine and Nina." So the girls slipped into the darkened, hot bedroom and presently got into bed, Fanchon to sleep and dream of Joe Burbery and the lovely bangle, and the sad pity it was that she could not display its charms to-morrow--but Brenda to lie awake; fear--dull dreadful fear tapping at her heart. CHAPTER SIXTEEN. A SCRUMPTIOUS DAY. Notwithstanding that fear, however, on the following morning the pretty governess looked gay enough. They were to have a delightful day; there was no real danger; no one could prove in all the world that the bangle was not her own, or at least, her pupil's. But she would not allow Fanchon to wear it again. She must not be seen in it, that was plain. As the horrid, odious thing was being advertised for, it was highly dangerous that Fanchon should wear it. Brenda could not enough regret her imprudence in having allowed her pupil to appear in it on the previous night. But how could she guess that that uninteresting youth, Joe Burbery, would have noticed it and seen the advertisement--the advertisement! oh, how perfectly dreadful! Why did rich people bother when they lost such a simple thing as a little gold bangle with a blue stone in it? Why could not they allow poor folks to have their chances? And Joe Burbery had seen--had seen--this horrible advertisement! Well, of course that meant nothing at all. Brenda could not guess that a far worse enemy in the shape of Mrs Dawson had also observed it. All she could do at present was to lock the bangle carefully up in one of the drawers of the humble little chest of drawers which the four had to share between them in their horrible hot bedroom. She whispered a word to Fanchon not to breathe the subject of the bangle at the Castle, promising her as a reward that it should be hers absolutely, all the sooner. She then proceeded to make a most careful toilet herself and to superintend those of her pupils. She was really anxious that the three little Amberleys should look their best on this occasion. So she took their red hair out of the tight plaits in which they generally wore it, and combed it out and caused it to ripple down their backs.