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She had spoken truly when she had told Olivetta that Europe was old to her and had become merely a social duty. Of that fatiguing obligation to her position she was glad to be relieved. The past season, with its struggle with Mrs. Allistair and that Duke de Crécy affair, had been a trying one, and she was tired.
Olivetta was first stunned, then was ejaculative with consternation. "But, Caroline," she cried after a moment, "why not have Judge Harvey get you the money?" "Out of the question, Olivetta; I do not care to explain." She would never unbend to Judge Harvey! Never! "Then, why not borrow the money from the bank, as you say Judge Harvey suggested?"
"I followed your directions and got to Paris all right and everything was going splendid and I was beginning to enjoy myself when when Oh, Caroline, I I " "You what?" demanded Mrs. De Peyster. "I lost my purse!" sobbed Olivetta. "Lost your purse?" "I left it in a cab when I went to the Louvre. And in it was all my money my letter of credit everything!" "Olivetta!"
"There are only two ways. First, for me to go down and disclose myself " "But the scandal! The humiliation!" cried Olivetta. "Yes, that first way will never do," said Mrs. De Peyster. "The second way is not a solution; it is only a means to a possible solution. But before I state the way, I must ask you, Olivetta, if any one saw you come in?"
De Peyster believed, of her aspiring rival, Mrs. Allistair. And there was one faint rumor, still daringly breathed around, that the Duke had proposed had been accepted had run away: in blunt terms, had jilted Mrs. De Peyster. "We will not speak of this again, Olivetta," Mrs.
Jack and Judge Harvey cried in unison. "Yes, it's I, Jack," she said with an hysterical laugh. "I just thought I'd call in to express it's no more than is proper, my being her cousin, you know, to express my sympathy to your mother." "Your sympathy to my mother?" "Yes. To to tell her how how sorry I am that she's dead," elucidated Olivetta. A little hand gripped Jack's arm. "Jack!"
"Matilda, call William and have him waiting in the hall till I summon him. Come back immediately." "But, Cousin Caroline, what is it?" asked Olivetta excitedly, as Matilda went out. "Wait!" said Mrs. De Peyster in a majestic tone. A minute passed, Mrs. De Peyster standing composedly by the fireplace, Olivetta gazing at her in throbbing suspense. Then Matilda returned. Her Mrs.
But now" a note of ecstatic desire came into her voice, and she clasped her hands "but now, to see Paris! the Louvre! the Luxembourg! It's the dream of my life!" Mrs. De Peyster again gave her cousin a suspicious look. "Olivetta, have you been allowing M. Dubois to pay you any more attention?" "No, no, of course not," cried Olivetta, and a sudden color tinted the too-early autumn of her cheeks.
De Peyster heard Matilda enter, pause, then pass into the bedroom, but did not look up; nor a moment later when Olivetta reëntered from the bedroom, did she at first raise her dejected head. "Why, what's the matter, Cousin Caroline?" cried Olivetta. There was no occasion for maintaining an appearance before Olivetta, who was almost as faithful and devoted as though a very member of her body.
De Peyster, Olivetta, and Matilda sat in limp despair. Judge Harvey, Jack, and Mary gazed in breathless suspense and wonderment at Mr. Pyecroft. As for Mr. Pyecroft, he stood before Mrs. De Peyster, obscuring her, looking like one who has suffered a severe shock, yet withal grave and composed. "What's up?" demanded the keen-faced Mayfair. "Before I answer that," said Mr.
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