The locket was missing, and after a while, a considerable noise in the matter having been made, was found, by the diligence of the governess, somewhere among the belongings of the English servant.
Great was the anger of Lady Arabella, loud were the protestations of the girl, mute the woe of her father, piteous the tears of her mother, inexorable the judgment of the Greshamsbury world.

But something occurred, it matters now not what, to separate Mary Thorne in opinion from that world at large.

Out she then spoke, and to her face accused the governess of the robbery.

For two days Mary was in disgrace almost as deep as that of the farmer's daughter.

But she was neither quiet nor dumb in her disgrace.