You don't want embellishing; never mind what Emma says." Francis Levison took the cross and chain from her hand to pass them to Lady Isabel.

Whether he was awkward, or whether her hands were full, for she held her gloves, her handkerchief, and had just taken up her mantle, certain it is that it fell; and the gentleman, in his too quick effort to regain it, managed to set his foot upon it, and the cross was broken in two.
"There! Now whose fault was that ?" cried Mrs.Levison.
Isabel did not answer; her heart was very full.

She took the broken cross, and the tears dropped from her eyes; she could not help it.
"Why! You are never crying over a stupid bauble of a cross!" uttered Mrs.Vane, interrupting Captain Levison's expression of regret at his awkwardness.
"You can have it mended, dear," interposed Mrs.Levison.
Lady Isabel chased away the tears, and turned to Captain Levison with a cheerful look.

"Pray do not blame yourself," she good-naturedly said; "the fault was as much mine as yours; and, as Mrs.Levison says, I can get it mended." She disengaged the upper part of the cross from the chain as she spoke, and clasped the latter round her throat.
"You will not go with that thin string of gold on, and nothing else!" uttered Mrs.Vane.
"Why not ?" returned Isabel.

"If people say anything, I can tell them an accident happened to the cross." Mrs.Vane burst into a laugh of mocking ridicule.