Mrs.Lawrence's worn face plainly showed her relief.

The lady with the yellow hair, on the other hand, who had now succeeded in working herself up into a towering rage, snatched the bracelet from the young man's fingers and with a purple flush in her cheeks was obviously struggling with an intense desire to box his ears.
"That's not good enough for a tale!" she exclaimed harshly.

"I tell you I don't believe a word of it.

Took it for a joke, indeed! I only wish my husband were here; he'd know what to do." "Your husband couldn't do much more than get your bracelet back, ma'am," Mrs.Lawrence replied with acerbity.

"Such a fuss and calling every one thieves, too! I'd be ashamed to be so suspicious." Mrs.Fitzgerald glared haughtily at her hostess.
"It's all very well for those that don't possess any jewelry and don't know the value of it, to talk," she declared, with her eyes fixed upon a black jet ornament which hung from the other woman's neck.