First came a bracelet, then a locket with his photograph inside, and lastly, a case that, when she opened it, which her curiosity led her to do, nearly blinded her with light.

It was a diamond necklace, and she had never seen such diamonds before, but from their size and lustre she knew that each stone must be worth hundreds of pounds.

Beatrice put it in her pocket and carried it until she met him, which she did in the course of that afternoon.
"Mr.Davies," she said before he could speak, and handing him the package, "this has been sent to me by mistake.

Will you kindly take it back ?" He took it, abashed.
"Mr.Davies," she went on, looking him full in the eyes, "I hope that there will be no more such mistakes.

Please understand that I cannot accept presents from you." "If Mr.Bingham had sent it, you would have accepted it," he muttered sulkily.
Beatrice turned and flashed such a look on him that he fell back and left her.