"Well there," she said. "I'll set you all in a row and kiss the one who shall be my husband."
"When?"
"On the first day of the month of August."
"Swear it!"
"I swear it."
After that they stopped searching for the diamonds. As Errington observed—and Montfaucon had said it before him—the diamonds they desired were she, Dorothy. Their ancestor Beaugreval could not have foreseen for them a more magnificent treasure.
On the morning of the 24th Dorothy gave the signal for their departure. They quitted the ruins of Roche-Périac and said good-bye to the riches of the Marquis de Beaugreval.
"All the same," said Dario. "You ought to have searched, cousin Dorothy. You only are capable of discovering what no one has discovered for two centuries."
With a careless gesture she replied:
"Our excellent ancestor took care to tell us himself where the fortune was to be found—In robore.... Let us accept his decision."