They remained fixed on a little gold brooch fastening her cloak.

The brooch was the gift of Dorrimore.

The wonder was her mother had not discovered it.
"I must go.

I--I've forgotten something." "But you'll come again, wont you ?" said he imploringly.

"Though to be sure there's nothing in this hovel to tempt you?
Besides, the difference between us----" "Please don't talk nonsense," she broke in.