The Danvers Jewels, and Sir Charles DanversCholmondeley, Mary
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The Danvers Jewels, and Sir Charles Danvers
Cholmondeley, Mary
Detective and mystery stories
Evelyn always seemed to stiffen when Aurelia talked about Ralph, and,
under the pretext of putting her post-card in the letter-bag for her,
she presently left the room, and did not return.
Aurelia sat down on the hearth-rug, and held two plump little hands to
the fire. It was quite impossible to go on writing to Jane while she was
there, and I gave it up accordingly.
"I am glad Evelyn is gone," she said, confidentially. "Do you know why I
am glad?"
I said I could not imagine.
"Because," continued Aurelia, nodding gravely at me, "I want to have a
very, very, _very_ serious conversation with you, Colonel Middleton."
I said I should be charmed, inwardly wondering what that little curly
head would consider to be serious conversation.
"Really serious, you know," continued Aurelia, "not pretence. About
that!" pointing with a pink finger at the inlaid writing-table. "You
know I was with Ralph when he found it out, and I am afraid I was a
little cross to him, only really it was so hard, and they were so
lovely, and it _was_ partly his fault, now, wasn't it, for leaving them
there? He ought to have been more careful."
"Of course he ought," I said. I would not have contradicted her for
worlds.
"And you know I am to be married next month; and Aunt Alice in Dublin,
who is getting my things, says as it is to be a winter wedding I am to
be married in a white _frise_ velvet, and I did think the diamonds would
have looked so lovely with it. Wouldn't they?"
I agreed, of course.
"But I shall never be married in them now," she said, with a deep sigh.
"And I was looking forward to the wedding so much, though I dare say I
did tell a naughty little story when I said I was _not_ to Ralph the
other night. Of course Ralph is still left," she added, as an
after-thought; "but it won't be so perfect, will it?"
I was morally certain Charles would have to give them up, so I said,
reassuringly:
"Perhaps you may be married in them, after all."
"Oh!" she said, clasping her hands together, "do you really think so? Do
you know anything? I have not seen Ralph since to ask him about it. Do
you think we shall really get them back?"
"I should not wonder."
"Oh, Colonel Middleton, I see you know. You are a clever, wise man, and
you have found out something. Who is it? Do tell me!"
"Will you promise not to tell any one?"
"Mayn't I tell Ralph? I tell him everything."
"Well, you may tell Ralph, because he knows already; but no one else,
remember. The truth is, we are afraid it is Charles."
There was a long pause.
"I know Evelyn thinks so," said Aurelia, in a whisper, "though she tries
not to show it, because--because--"
"Because what?"
"Well, of course, you can't have helped seeing, can you, that she and
Charles--"
I had not seen it; indeed, I had fancied at times that Evelyn had a
leaning towards Ralph; but I never care to seem slower than others in
noticing these things, so I nodded.
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