American fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, American
Gradually there arose in his mind a faint wavering vision of a young
woman, pearled and furred and scented, precipitately descending from his
compartment, and, as she did so, cramming a banknote into his hand.
“The Princess ... the Princess ... _they call me Betsy at the
dressmaker’s_....” That was as far as the clue went; but presently the
Professor remembered that his companion had got out of the train at
Cannes, and it became certain to him that his only hope of clearing his
overburdened conscience would be to take the train to that place, and
there prosecute his almost hopeless search.
V
Not until he found himself seated in the train, and on the point of
starting for Cannes, did the full horror of his situation break on the
Professor. Then, for an hour, he contemplated it in all its intricate
enormity, saw himself as a man dishonoured, ruined (for he now
remembered the full amount of the sum he had to account for), and, worse
still, severed from his best-loved work for a period incalculably long.
For after he had struggled through the preliminary difficulties he would
have to settle down to the slow task of reimbursement, and he knew that,
to earn enough money to repay what he had lost, he must abandon serious
scientific work such as he was now engaged in, and probably
stoop—abominable thought!—to writing popular “science” articles in one
of the illustrated magazines. Such a job had once been offered him on
very handsome terms, and contemptuously rejected; and the best he could
now hope was that there was still an opening for him somewhere between
the Etiquette Column and the notes on Rachel powder and bathing tights.
Arrived at Cannes, he found his way to what appeared to be the
fashionable shopping-street, and exteriorising his attention by an
extreme effort of the will he began to go the rounds of the dressmaking
establishments.
At every one he was received with distinguished politeness, and every
one, by some curious coincidence, had a Betsy to offer him. As the
Betsies were all young, fluffy and rosy, considerable offence was caused
by his rapid rejection of them, and it was in vain that he tried to
close his ears to the crude and disobliging comments which on each
occasion attended his retreat. But he had by this time regained a
sufficiently clear vision of the Princess to be sure that she was not
concealed behind any of the youthful substitutes proposed to him. In
despair he issued from the last shop, and again sat himself down to
consider.
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