t she came to a bad end."
"A bad end! Is she dead?"
"Yes. She committed a very dreadful action."
I was very much distressed. I felt my heart beat, and my breast was
oppressed with grief, and insisted on knowing what she had done and what
had happened to her.
The man became more and more embarrassed, and murmured, "You had better
not ask about it."
"But I want to know."
"She stole--"
"Who--Chali? What did she steal?"
"Something that belonged to you."
"To me? What do you mean?"
"The day you left she stole that little box which the prince had given
you; it was found in her hands."
"What box are you talking about?"
"The box covered with shells."
"But I gave it to her."
The Indian looked at me with stupefaction, then replied: "Well, she
declared with the most sacred oaths that you had given it to her, but
nobody could believe that you could have given a king's present to a
slave, and so the rajah had her punished."
"How was she punished? What was done to her?"
"She was tied up in a sack, and thrown into the lake from this window,
from the window of the room in which we are, where she had committed the
theft."
I felt the most terrible grief that I ever experienced, and I made a
sign to Haribada to go away, so that he might not see my tears; and I
spent the night on the gallery that looked on to the lake, on the
gallery where I had so often held the poor child on my knees.
I pictured to myself her pretty little body lying decomposed in a sack
in the dark waters beneath me, which we had so often looked at together
formerly.
The next day I left again, in spite of the rajah's entreaties and
evident vexation; and I now still feel as if I had never loved any woman
but Chali.
THE UMBRELLA
Mme. Oreille was a very economical woman; she thoroughly knew the value
of a halfpenny, and possessed a whole storehouse of strict principles
with regard to the multiplication of money, so that her cook found the
greatest difficulty in making what the servants call their
_market-penny_, while her husband was hardly allowed any pocket-money at
all. They were, however, very comfortably off, and had no children; but
it really pained Mme. Oreille to see any money spent; it was like
tearing at her heartstrings when she had to take any of those nice
crown-pieces out of her pocket; and whenever she had to spend anything,
no matter how necessary it was, she slept badly the next night.
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