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" He nodded his head, his face beatific with joy. He resembled the youthful Saint George after slaying the dragon. She was startled. Her eyes positively lightened; he listened for the attendant peal of thunder. "Speak out, you booby. Cornichon! Where did you find it? Let me see it--at once." All fire and imperiousness, she held out grasping fingers. He shook. And then carefully he drew from the inside pocket of his coat, the purse. She snatched it. Yes--it was her purse. And yet there was something strange about it. Had the stones been tampered with? She examined it searchingly. She boasted a jeweller's knowledge of diamonds and rubies. One of the stones had been transposed, that she could have sworn. And how different the expression of the serpent's eyes--small carbuncles. No--it was not her purse! She looked at Ambroise. He was paling and reddening in rapid succession. "It is _not_ my purse! How did this come into your possession? It is very valuable, quite as valuable as mine. But the eyes of my serpent were not so large--I mean the carbuncles. Ambroise--look at me! I command you! Where did you find this treasure--cher ami!" Her seductive voice lingered on the last words as if they were a morsel of delicious fruit. He leaned heavily on the table and closed his eyes to shut out her face--but he only saw scarlet. He heard scarlet. "I--I--bought the thing because--you missed the other--" He could get no further. She smiled, showing her celebrated teeth. "You bought the thing--_hein_? You must be a prince in disguise--Ambroise! And I have just lost _my_ Prince! Perhaps--you thought--you audacious boy--" He kept his eyes closed. She was in a corner of the room--quite empty--the other waiters were on the terrace. She weighed his appearance and smiled mysteriously; her smile, her glance, and her scarlet gowns were her dramatic assets. Then she spoke in a low voice--a contralto like the darker tones of an English horn:-- "I fancy I'll keep your thoughtful _gift_--Ambroise. And now, like a good boy, get a fiacre for me!" She went away, leaving him standing in the middle of the room, a pillar of burning ice. When Joseph spoke to him he did not answer. Then they took him by the arm, and he fell over in a seizure which, asserted the practical head waiter, was caused by indigestion. II ACROSS THE STYX It was raining on the Left Bank. The chill of a November afternoon cut its way through the doors of the
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