She told me to let it be to me as a talisman, always to keep it safely; and when I was in any distress, or in need of counsel, to look at it and strive to recall what her advice would be, and to act accordingly.

And now it is broken--broken!" A glaring gaslight flashed into the carriage, right into the face of Isabel.

"I declare," uttered Mrs.Vane, "you are crying again! I tell you what it is, Isabel, I am not going to chaperone red eyes to the Duchess of Dartford's, so if you can't put a stop to this, I shall order the carriage home, and go on alone." Isabel meekly dried her eyes, sighing deeply as she did so.

"I can have the pieces joined, I dare say; but it will never be the same cross to me again." "What have you done with the pieces ?" irascibly asked Mrs.Vane.
"I folded them in the thin paper Mrs.Levison gave me, and put it inside my frock.

Here it is," touching the body.