The large diamond earrings were worth twenty thousand francs; the bracelets thirty-five thousand; the rings, sixteen thousand; a set of emeralds and sapphires, fourteen thousand; a gold chain with solitaire pendant, forty thousand--making the sum of one hundred and forty-three thousand francs. The jeweler remarked, jokingly: "There was a person who invested all her earnings in precious stones." M. Lantin replied, seriously: "It is only another way of investing one's money." That day he lunched at Voisin's and drank wine worth twenty francs a bottle. Then he hired a carriage and made a tour of the Bois, and as he scanned the various turn-outs with a contemptuous air he could hardly refrain from crying out to the occupants: "I, too, am rich!--I am worth two hundred thousand francs." Suddenly he thought of his employer. He drove up to the office, and entered gaily, saying: "Sir, I have come to resign my position. I have just inherited three hundred thousand francs." He shook hands with his former colleagues and confided to them some of his projects for the future; then he went off to dine at the Cafe Anglais. He seated himself beside a gentleman of aristocratic bearing, and during the meal informed the latter confidentially that he had just inherited a fortune of four hundred thousand francs. For the first time in his life he was not bored at the theater, and spent the remainder of the night in a gay frolic. Six months afterward he married again. His second wife was a very virtuous woman, with a violent temper. She caused him much sorrow. COUNTESS SATAN I. They were discussing dynamite, the social revolution, Nihilism, and even those who cared least about politics had something to say. Some were alarmed, others philosophized, and others again tried to smile. "Bah!" N---- said, "when we are all blown up, we shall see what it is like. Perhaps, after all, it may be an amusing sensation, provided one goes high enough." "But we shall not be blown up at all," G----, the optimist, said, interrupting him. "It is all a romance." "You are mistaken, my dear fellow," Jules de C----replied. "It is like a romance, but with this confounded Nihilism, everything is the same; it would be a mistake to trust to it. For instance, the manner in which I made Bakounine's acquaintance--" They knew that he was a good narrator, and it was no secret that his life had been an adventurous one, so they drew closer to him, and listened intently. This is what he told them: II "I met Countess Nioska W----, that strange woman who was usually called Countess Satan, in Naples. I immediately attached myself to her out of curiosity, and soon fell in love with her. Not that she was beautiful, for she was a Russian with the bad characteristics of the Russian type. She was thin and squat at the same time, while her face was sallow and puffy, with high cheek-bones and a Cossack's nose. But her conversation bewitched everyone.