He was looking depressed, even exhausted, the shadow of the blusterous Gournay-Martin of the day before.

The rich rosiness of his cheeks had faded to a moderate rose-pink.
"That telegram," moaned the millionaire.

"It was the last straw.

It has overwhelmed me.

The coronet is lost." "What, already ?" said the Duke, in a tone of the liveliest surprise.
"No, no; it's still in the safe," said the millionaire.