The spring in the bracelet that Sydney wore gave way as she held him to her; the bright trinket fell on the grass at her feet.

The man never noticed it.

The woman saw her pretty ornament as it dropped from her arm--saw, and remembered Mrs.Linley's gift.
Cold and pale--with horror of herself confessed in the action, simple as it was--she drew back from him in dead silence.
He was astounded.

In tones that trembled with agitation, he said to her: "Are you ill ?" "Shameless and wicked," she answered.

"Not ill." She pointed to the bracelet on the grass.