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Updated: June 22, 2025
The ground is usually hilly, the scrub thick, and the grass high. It is needless to say that on the present occasion we were all on foot. Forestier's Peninsula is no place for a horse, except the traveller be jogging along the rugged and little frequented track which leads to Hobart Town, by a most circuitous route.
They took their seats and watched the promenaders. Occasionally a woman would stop and ask with a coarse smile: "What have you to offer, sir?" Forestier's invariable answer was: "A glass of water from the fountain." And the woman would mutter, "Go along," and walk away. At last the brunette reappeared, arm-in-arm with the blonde. They made a handsome couple.
He paused for a moment and then asked: "Did you come here in the evening with Charles occasionally?" She replied: "Frequently." He felt a desire to return home at once. Forestier's image haunted him, however; he could think of nothing else. The carriage rolled on toward the Arc de Triomphe and joined the stream of carriages returning home.
She removed the wraps, which covered her shoulders, before the glass, so as once more to see herself in all her glory. But suddenly she uttered a cry. She had no longer the necklace around her neck! Her husband, already half undressed, demanded: "What is the matter with you?" She turned madly toward him: "I have I have I've lost Mme. Forestier's necklace." He stood up, distracted. "What! how?
"Because," she hesitated, then continued: "Because you are my husband; because you were not well acquainted; because I have been his friend so long; because his first will, made during Forestier's lifetime, was already in my favor." Georges began to pace to and fro. He finally said: "You cannot accept that."
Then came Jacques Rival, very elegant, followed by Norbert de Varenne. The latter advanced with the grace of the old school and taking Mme. Forestier's hand kissed it; his long hair falling upon his hostess's bare arm as he did so. Forestier now entered, apologizing for being late; he had been detained. The servant announced dinner, and they entered the dining-room.
"What is the matter with you?" demanded her husband, already half undressed. She turned distractedly toward him. "I have I have I've lost Madame Forestier's necklace," she cried. He stood up, bewildered. "What! how? Impossible!" They looked among the folds of her skirt, of her cloak, in her pockets, everywhere, but did not find it. "You're sure you had it on when you left the ball?" he asked.
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