He had by this time reached the gate, and was passing through it, when a hansom drove up, from out which Fenton jumped.
"Well?" he asked, when he saw Naball.
"Well," said Naball, dusting his varnished boots with a silk handkerchief.
"What does she say?" asked Fenton inquiringly
"What a woman generally does say--everything but the truth. Going to see her?"
"Yes," said Fenton, paying his cab fare; "can I do anything?"
"Two things," observed Naball quietly: "in the first place, let me have your cab; and in the second, give this to Caprice with my compliments," and he handed the crescent of diamonds to Fenton.
"Why didn't you give it to her yourself?" asked Fenton, taking it.
"Because she said it wasn't hers," replied Naball, getting into the cab. "I can't do anything more in the matter; it's a beautiful case spoiled."
"Why spoiled?" asked Fenton, pausing at the gate.