After a long search, in which Emily was very active, she was compelled to resign herself to the loss of it.

What made this bracelet valuable to her was a miniature of her daughter to which it was attached, esteemed a striking resemblance, and which had been painted only a few months before.

When Emily was convinced that the bracelet was really gone, she blushed, and became thoughtful.

That some stranger had been in the fishing-house, during her absence, her lute, and the additional lines of a pencil, had already informed her: from the purport of these lines it was not unreasonable to believe, that the poet, the musician, and the thief were the same person.

But though the music she had heard, the written lines she had seen, and the disappearance of the picture, formed a combination of circumstances very remarkable, she was irresistibly restrained from mentioning them; secretly determining, however, never again to visit the fishing-house without Monsieur or Madame St.Aubert.
They returned pensively to the chateau, Emily musing on the incident which had just occurred; St.Aubert reflecting, with placid gratitude, on the blessings he possessed; and Madame St.Aubert somewhat disturbed, and perplexed, by the loss of her daughter's picture.