'I admit it isn't likely,' Charlotte presently said. 'And pearls are so easily imitated.'
'That's just what—to a person who knows—they're not. These have no lustre, no play.'
'No—they are dull. They're opaque.'
'Besides,' he lucidly inquired, 'how could she ever have come by them?'
'Mightn't they have been a present?'
Arthur stared at the question as if it were almost improper. 'Because actresses are exposed———?' He pulled up, however, not saying to what, and before she could supply the deficiency had, with the sharp ejaculation of 'No, they mightn't!' turned his back on her and walked away. His manner made her feel that she had probably been wanting in tact, and before he returned to the subject, the last thing that evening, she had satisfied herself of the ground of his resentment. They had been talking of her departure the next morning, the hour of her train and the fly that would come for her, and it was precisely these things that gave him his effective chance. 'I really can't allow you to leave the house under the impression that my stepmother was at any time of her life the sort of person to allow herself to be approached———'
'With pearl necklaces and that sort of thing?' Arthur had made for her somehow the difficulty that she couldn't show him she understood him without seeming pert.
It at any rate only added to his own gravity. 'That sort of thing, exactly.'
'I didn't think when I spoke this morning—but I see what you mean.'
'I mean that she was beyond reproach,' said Arthur Prime.
'A hundred times yes.'
'Therefore if she couldn't, out of her slender gains, ever have paid for a row of pearls———'
'She couldn't, in that atmosphere, ever properly have had one? Of course she couldn't. I've seen perfectly since our
