The world courted him, and society honored him; for, though he was a graceless spendthrift, and it was known that he was, he was the presumptive heir to the old and rich Sir Peter Levison.
The ancient lady spoke up, "Captain Levison, Lady Isabel Vane." They both acknowledged the introduction; and Isabel, a child yet in the ways of the world, flushed crimson at the admiring looks cast upon her by the young guardsman.

Strange--strange that she should make the acquaintance of these two men in the same day, almost in the same hour; the two, of all the human race, who were to exercise so powerful an influence over her future life! "That's a pretty cross, child," cried Mrs.Levison as Isabel stood by her when tea was over, and she and Mrs.Vane were about to depart on their evening visit.
She alluded to a golden cross, set with seven emeralds, which Isabel wore on her neck.

It was of light, delicate texture, and was suspended from a thin, short, gold chain.
"Is it not pretty ?" answered Isabel.

"It was given me by my dear mamma just before she died.

Stay, I will take it off for you.