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She tossed the baked sweets into her mouth. She became very desperate. Neither Niel and Pamela was yet visible in her sight. Before she realized it, the plate was empty. Without hesitation, she took another plateful.
When she was eating a sugar-soaked cookie, she was quietly congratulated. Looking back, she saw a young Baroness, Brenda. Connie swallowed the cookies. A bit surprised by the appearance of the sudden person.
Brenda was one of Pamela’s follower. She was weak-witted, and always timidly peeping at Pamela.
When she had finished the routine salutation, she turned her heel with an apparent relief. If you don’t like it that much, you shouldn’t come. Was she really a woman of discipline? “Ah!” said Connie, with her eyes, after her back, carelessly.
“Brenda, I think your hair ornament is loose.”
As she spoke, Brenda stiffened her body.But Connie didn’t mind. Close up and point to the back of the head.
“You see, my hair is becoming a mess. I’d be in trouble if the decorations fell.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Why don’t you take it off?”
Brenda murmured, in a low voice, “I will.” It was a tragic voice. I wonder if she didn’t like getting disheveled. “May I touch it?”
Coney’s proposal made Brenda shake her shoulders open. It’s a shame. I don’t eat anyone. Coney quickly rearranged her chestnut hair, nodding tirelessly after a little worrying.
“Look, if you style your hair like this, you’re still cute without a hair ornament.”
At last she looked as if she were going to cry when I told her encouragingly. I’m getting more and more confused . While Connie was still at a loss what to do, Brenda nodded and uttered a strangling cry.
“Oh, I left my porch upstairs. I’ll get it right away, and I’ll keep this hair ornament for all you have to do until then.”
“Yes, of course. I’ll take your offer!”
At night, Connie always keep the pouch. The hair ornament Brenda handed me was decorated with a flowered gilt and white pearls. She wrap it around a handkerchief to prevent it from being broken, and then gently put it into a pouch. Brenda went up the stairs without looking back. Why is that?
My mouth was completely spoiled by eating too much sweets. I seek a waiter for tea. Then I saw a little young man near me—Wayne Hastings. Apparently, he was watching the current exchange. Although we know each other, we’re not friendly enough to exchange words. I nodded briefly, and he gave me a light bow.
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Before I knew it, the Quadrille ended and now, in a relaxed tune, men and women are dancing around in circles.
Brenda hasn’t come back yet. Looking up at the spiral staircase leading to the second floor, Pamela Francis emerged dashingly from there. Beside her were Neil and a distressed Brenda.
“Constance Grail!”
Pamela gave a shrill voice that echoed in the hall:
“You’ve done such a terrible thing—”
At any rate, the eyes of the people around her were all turned towards me. Pamela smirked with great satisfaction.
“I know that your house is in a hard condition. But isn’t this a bit too much? Honestly, I doubt her character.”
Coney, who is addressed, also attracts attention. In the unfamiliar situation, a confused voice broke out.
“What is it?”
“Oh, you mean to play dumb? But it’s no use. —you stole Brenda’s hair ornament.”
—Stole Brenda’s hair ornament?
Not understanding what she was really saying, but knowing that it was hostile, Coney’s heart beat fast.
“I heard it from Brenda. I heard you told her to fix her hair because it looks like it’s going to be loose. But it’s strange. When she realized, she had lost her precious hair ornament. Hey, Constance Greil. What’s your opinion on that?”
“Well,”
“It has a rare Jella pearl and is made out of pure gold. If you sell it, you’ll get ten gold coins. For people who are desperate for money, it’s as much as they want. Yes, yes, I know how you feel. I know the poor circumstances of your house.”
“I was asked by Brenda to
”
“Asked? You say you’re not stealing?”
Even though I wanted to talk about the situation, I was speedily thrown at the words, and I could do my best to answer them.
“Well, yes,”
“Then show me the porch.”
“Eh?”
“If you say you haven’t stolen it, you can show your purse, can you?”
Connie was frightened in spite of herself, for there is Blenda’s hair ornament inside. Neil, who had been wondering about it, looked at her in confusion.
“Connie, my dear.”
“No!”
Coney cried. But the porch was forcibly taken from her hand. No, no. Pamela tumbled the porch over the table and threw the content out. She hissed in an exaggerating voice.
“Well, Connie? You said you didn’t steal it, but what does this mean? Can you explain it properly?”
A golden hair ornament peeped through a handkerchief. Neil became silent as he saw it. The crowds began to whisper.
She felt her throat getting hotter. But Coney still held back.
“Brenda asked me to keep it.”
Yes, Connie didn’t do anything wrong.
But Pamela was cruel. She cornered Connie without any mercy.
“Is it so? At first glance, it does not seem to be particularly bad or anything. And yet, did you offer her to take it? Brenda? Both of you are not even close, right? Don’t you find her story strange?”
There was ridicule coming out of nowhere. She was suspected. She felt her body getting hotter. Coney roared without hesitation.
“Brenda!”
Brenda flinched.
“Tell me! You asked me, didn’t you? You said, ‘Just keep it while I go get my porch’. Right, Brenda? Why are you quiet? Brenda, Brenda!」
She remained silent, curling up on her back.
“That’s a terrible excuse.”
Contrary to the content, Pamela’s voice was horribly affectionate.
“Poor Brenda is frightened. It’s okay, Brenda. You don’t have to say anything
 You see, Neil. This is what she’s actually like.”
Pamela said, and leaned on Neil’s arms as she pleaded:
“We must at once raise an objection to the engagement. What she had done is a genuine criminal act. Marriage is a matter of trust in the Bronson Society.”
Neil looked at Connie and the hair ornament in bewilderment.
“Ah, That’s right. But there is no evidence
”
“Evidence?”
Pamela smiled.
‘Why, everybody here is a witness! Oh, yes, there was a clergyman, Viscount Harmsworth here. If you want to, you can just make a statement. —could somebody call the Viscount?’
“No, I don’t steal it
”
At that, Pamela turned to Connie and spit it out in a disdain.
“What is it, Grail of Faith? You’re simply just a thief.”
“No—”
I can’t breathe from the shock. Look over the hall for help. I met pale Wayne Hastings in the cold line. He must have seen it then. His eyes were drawn away, and his head was quickly swung, signing he doesn’t want to get involved in the trouble.
It was a bit of a blur, and my vision shook.
――Who?
There were other people there. There were some familiar faces. But everyone kept their mouths shut and abandoned Connie.
Somebody, please help me.
Tears trickled down my eyes. The back of my throat is hot. I know, I know. No one will help me after all. Nobody is willing to help me.
‘—all right,’
(What?)
The voice suddenly fell to Coney’s ear. A little girl’s voice, like a bell. Her voice was familiar. That’s only recently.
“I’ll help you
”
The sweet tone is haughty, but somehow attractive.
‘But, in return—’
Constance Grail could not hear her words to the end.
For suddenly something rushed into Connie’s body, and Connie drifted into unconsciousness.
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This chapter makes me suffer so much as Brenda is translated into blender in Google Translate and Papago lol
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