Janet continued:
“And you went late at night through a dreadful fog, and took refuge with a friend?”
“Yes,” he said, with his features contracting, and a shudder passing through him, as he gazed furtively at Rich.
“And what can you recollect besides? Are you sure you had what you say—diamonds and money?”
“Yes, I am certain.”
“I never wore diamonds,” said Janet, with her pretty white forehead growing more puckered, “and I don’t want any; but after being so poor, and with one’s dearest friends so poor, and when it would make every one so happy, I should like you to find them again.”
Mark uttered a low groan.
“But tell me, Mark, what else can you recollect?”
“Very little,” he said. “It all seems misty; but I recollect drinking something.”
“Brandy, Mark?”