The duchess' secret was not mine, and I did not say where I saw her.
"I'll give them to you," said Marie--"to you, not to the duchess." "I won't have 'em at any price," said I."Come, your mother will be back soon.

I believe you want to keep 'em." And I assumed a disgusted air.
"I don't!" she flashed out passionately.

"I don't want to touch them! I wouldn't keep them for the world!" I looked at my watch.

With a swift motion, Marie Delhasse leaped from her chair, dashed down the lid of the box, hiding the glitter of the stones, seized the box in her two hands and with eyes averted held it out to me.
"For the duchess ?" I asked.
"Yes, for the duchess," said Marie, with, averted eyes.
I took the box, and stowed it in the capacious pocket of the shooting-jacket which I was wearing.
"Go!" said Marie, pointing to the door.
I held out my hand.

She caught it in hers.