“Oh, yes, you’ve something important to tell me. What is it?” said the Duke, with an air of resignation; and he took the photograph from Sonia and put it carefully back in his pocket.
“Victoire has telephoned from Paris to say that we’ve had a paper-knife and a Louis Seize inkstand given us,” said Germaine.
“Hurrah!” cried the Duke in a sudden shout that made them both jump.
“And a pearl necklace,” said Germaine.
“Hurrah!” cried the Duke.
“You’re perfectly childish,” said Germaine pettishly. “I tell you we’ve been given a paper-knife, and you shout ‘hurrah!’ I say we’ve been given a pearl necklace, and you shout ‘hurrah!’ You can’t have the slightest sense of values.”
“I beg your pardon. This pearl necklace is from one of your father’s friends, isn’t it?” said the Duke.
“Yes; why?” said Germaine.
“But the inkstand and the paper-knife must be from the Faubourg Saint-Germain, and well on the shabby side?” said the Duke.
“Yes; well?”