I was sure that his Grace would not do anything so unkind as that," said Sonia.
The Duke smiled at her.
"Well, all I can say is, it was very stupid of you not to look at the date," said Germaine.
M.Gournay-Martin rose to his feet and wailed, in the most heartrending fashion: "My pictures! My wonderful pictures! Such investments! And my cabinets! My Renaissance cabinets! They can't be replaced! They were unique! They were worth a hundred and fifty thousand francs." M.Formery stepped forward with an air and said, "I am distressed, M.
Gournay-Martin--truly distressed by your loss.

I am M.Formery, examining magistrate." "It is a tragedy, M.Formery--a tragedy!" groaned the millionaire.
"Do not let it upset you too much.

We shall find your masterpieces--we shall find them.

Only give us time," said M.Formery in a tone of warm encouragement.
The face of the millionaire brightened a little.
"And, after all, you have the consolation, that the burglars did not get hold of the gem of your collection.

They have not stolen the coronet of the Princesse de Lamballe," said M.Formery.
"No," said the Duke.