Formerly owned by the
EMPRESS EUGENIE,
_Sold by her in her flight from Paris, to defray the expenses
of the journey._
Madame agreed to the condition, thinking:
“If Doctor Leblanc cares anything for his sister he won’t be gaping at
jewelers’ windows for some time to come. (Doubtful if she recovers. It’s
some fever or other she must have caught on board that emigrant ship. And
the children! bless me, I must go the very next thing to Doctor Smith and
see if he thinks there’s any danger.) And then if he shouldn’t happen
to ask for it, or make any fuss about it, why, I can wear it myself, and
everybody in town will suppose it has once been worn by Eugenie!”
* * * * *
A week from that morning little Julie came back from her wanderings,
looked up into the face bending over her, and knew it for the first time.
“C’est lui!”[6] she whispered, smiling faintly, closed her weary eyes and
fell into a sweet slumber.
“Thank God! she is going to live.”
[5] Thou art very long in coming. Alas! shall I never see thee more?
[6] It is he!