“Ah!” whispered Carrbroke, beneath his breath. “I see. Then the eye is false—made, you say, of gold, enamelled to look exactly like the other, a little hollow globe.”
“Yes; an étui, we may call it now, but never meant to conceal that gem.”
“Horrid!” cried Carrbroke.
“Yes,” said Denis quietly; “but believe it if you can.”
“Oh,” cried Carrbroke, “I believe; but if he had liked it could never have been found.”
A week later the parting of the two lads was like that of brothers, and it was full of promises of what they would do when they met again.
Perhaps they encountered later on at the Field of the Cloth of Gold; but history only says—