He was aware that his wandering attention was noticed by the quick-witted Dona Anna, when he regained his self-possession by what appeared to be a happy diversion.

It was the voice of Mrs.Judge Baker calling across the table to Yerba.

By one of the peculiar accidents of general conversation, it was the one apparently trivial remark that in a pause challenged the ears of all.
"We were admiring your necklace, Miss Yerba." Every eye was turned upon the slender throat of the handsome girl.

The excuse was so natural.
Yerba put her hand to her neck with a smile.

"You are joking, Mrs.
Baker.