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Only one of them ever heard of the name; and then it was an old prince, not a woman. This concierge directed me to another, but as he spoke only Italian, we could not make things fit. But when I mentioned the princess' name, he shrugged and laughed, as if something highly amusing had hit him." "Go on, Mr. O'Mally; go on. This is interesting. Your doubt is not at all complimentary to me.
O'Mally, recollecting the vast prison at Naples, saw all sorts of dungeons, ankle-deep in sea-water, and iron bars, shackles and balls. Every one stood up and waited for this new development to unfold itself. La Signorina alone seemed indifferent to this official cortège. The inspector signed to the carabinieri, who stopped. He came on.
The three men looked at one another thoughtfully, then drew out their wallets, thin and worn. They made up a purse of exactly one hundred and fifty dollars, not at all a propitious sum to trap elusive fortune. But such as it was, O'Mally passed it across the table. This utter confidence in her touched La Signorina's heart; for none of them knew aught of her honesty.
La Signorina relighted the tea-lamp, and presently they were all talking together, jesting and offering suggestions. No matter how great the ache in the heart may be, there is always some temporary surcease. Hillard was a man. They laughed quietly as they saw O'Mally gravely conducting his charge to the gates. He returned with Smith. Both were solemn-visaged.
"Sh!" said Pietro. The porter's bell rang loudly. "Tourists!" whispered O'Mally, sliding off the bench and buttoning up his coat. "Remember I am the guide; you get the lire." Surely Pietro understood, but he was nervous, doubting the ability of this novice to demand the right sum for his labor. O'Mally settled his cap on straight and went to the gates and opened them.
The sparks in her eyes, the silver points of light, the flash of excitement, portended something. She rose with a determined air. "Mr. O'Mally makes a very good suggestion. It will be an adventure worth recounting. I shall go as the princess. What sport with the country gentlemen! This will be an adventure after one's own heart. Her Highness commands! Will it not be delightful?"
She turned aside for a moment and fumbled with the hidden chain about her neck. She placed her hand on the table and opened it. O'Mally gasped, Smith opened his mouth, and Worth leaned forward. An emerald, a glorious green emerald, free from the usual cluster of diamonds, alone in all its splendor, lay in the palm of her hand. "I shall give this to you, Mr.
Here the merchant seldom closes his shop till the band goes home. Music arouses the romantic, and the romantic temperament is always easy to swindle, and the merchant of Venice will swindle you if he can. The two women saw no vacant tables at Florian's, but presently they espied the other derelicts O'Mally, Smith, and Worth who managed to find two extra chairs.
What she said was true. "I was a fool in Venice," frankly. "And you, Mr. Smith?" continued La Signorina, as with a lash. But it was ineffectual. "I was a fool, too," admitted Smith. "In Venice it sounded like a good joke, but it looks different now." He sat down beside O'Mally. "So much for gallantry! And you, Kitty?" "I made a promise, and I'll keep it. But I think you are cruel and wicked."
"That's probably it," O'Mally answered. And Smith inclined his head in approval. "You are evading us," went on Worth, not having moved from his stand. "You insist, then?" coldly. "Positively insist. If you do not tell us, we shall be forced to pay our bill and take our chances elsewhere." Worth pressed the button in the wall. A servant appeared directly. "The manager, at once."
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