The Chevalier sprang from his chair.

"Her jewels reset!" he said.

He repeated the words in bewilderment.

"Her jewels reset!" Then he dropped again into his seat.
"I lose a wife, gentlemen, and very likely a kingdom too, so that a lady may have her jewels reset at Augsburg, where, to be sure, there are famous jewellers." His glance, wandering in a dazed way about the room, settled again on Hay.

He stamped his foot on the ground in a feverish irritation.
"And those eight days gave just the time for a courier from the Emperor at Vienna to pass you on the road and not press his horse.