"I thought you would wish to know." Juliette looked very young and girlish in a simple white gown, without a single jewel on her arms or neck.

Marguerite regarded her with unaffected approval.
"You look charming to-night, Mademoiselle, does she not, Sir Percy ?" "Thanks to your bounty," smiled Juliette, a trifle sadly.

"Whilst I dressed to-night, I felt how I should have loved to wear my dear mother's jewels, of which she used to be so proud." "We must hope that you will recover them, dear, some day," said Marguerite vaguely, as she led the young girl out of the small study towards the larger reception rooms.
"Indeed I hope so," sighed Juliette.

"When times became so troublous in France after my dear father's death, his confessor and friend, the Abbe Foucquet, took charge of all my mother's jewels for me.

He said they would be safe with the ornaments of his own little church at Boulogne.
He feared no sacrilege, and thought they would be most effectually hidden there, for no one would dream of looking for the Marny diamonds in the crypt of a country church." Marguerite said nothing in reply.