But that will pass." "Will it ?" he asked quietly.

Then a smile came upon his face.

"There's one thing of which I am glad," he whispered.
"Yes." "You are wearing my pearls to-night." Violet Oliver smiled, and with a tender caressing movement her fingers touched and felt the rope of pearls about her neck.

Both the smile and the movement revealed Violet Oliver.

She had a love of beautiful things, but, above all, of jewels.