The Indiscretion of the Duchess: Being a Story Concerning Two Ladies, a Nobleman, and a NecklaceHope, Anthony
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The Indiscretion of the Duchess: Being a Story Concerning Two Ladies, a Nobleman, and a Necklace
Hope, Anthony
British -- France -- Fiction; Conduct of life -- Fiction; Jewelry -- Fiction
My mind was now on the track of Marie's device. The duke had sent his
carriage to fetch her. She, left alone, unable to turn to me for guidance,
determined not to go; afraid to defy him--more afraid, no doubt, because
she could no longer produce the necklace--had played a neat trick. She
must have sent a message to the duke that she would come with her mother
immediately that the necessary preparations could be made; she had then
written a note to her mother to tell her that she had gone in the duke's
carriage and looked to her mother to follow her. And having thus thrown
both parties on a false scent, she had put on her hat and walked quietly
out of the hotel. But, then, where had she walked to? My chain of
inference was broken by that missing link. I looked up at the waiter. And
then I cursed my carelessness. For the waiter's eyes were no longer fixed
on my face, but were fastened in eloquent curiosity on the red box which
lay on my table. To my apprehensive fancy the Cardinal's Necklace seemed
to glitter through the case. That did not of course happen; but a jewel
case is easy to recognize, and I knew in a moment that the waiter
discerned the presence of precious stones. Our eyes met. In my puzzle I
could do nothing but smile feebly and apologetically. The waiter smiled
also--but his was a smile of compassion and condolence. He took a step
nearer to me, and with infinite sympathy in his tone observed:
"Ah, well, sir, do not despair! A gentleman like you will soon find
another lady to value the present more."
In spite of my vanity--and I was certainly not presenting myself in a very
triumphant guise to the waiter's imagination--I jumped at the mistake.
"They are capricious creatures!" said I with a shrug. "I'll trouble myself
no more about them."
"You're right, sir, you're right. It's one one day, and another another.
It's a pity, sir, to waste thought on them--much more, good money. You
will dine to-night, sir?" and his tone took a consolatory inflection.
"Certainly I will dine," said I; and with a last nod of intelligence and
commiseration, he withdrew.
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