When she saw it some recollection, I fancy, of the day when she had traced the cry for help on it, came to her in her anger; for she took it from me with all her bearing altered.

She trembled, and held it for a moment in her hands, as if she did not know what to do with it.
She was thinking, doubtless, of the house in Blois and the peril she had run there; and, being for my part quite willing that she should think and feel how badly she had acted, I stood looking at her, sparing her no whit of my glance.
'The gold chain you left on my mother's pillow,' I said coldly, seeing she continued silent, 'I cannot return to you at once, for I have pledged it.

But I will do so as soon as I can.' 'You have pledged it ?' she muttered, with her eyes averted.
'Yes, mademoiselle, to procure a horse to bring me here,' I replied drily.

'However, it, shall be redeemed.

In return, there is something I too would ask.' 'What ?' she murmured, recovering herself with all effort, and looking at me with something of her old pride and defiance.
'The broken coin you have,' I said.