"Great Cæsar's ghost!"
"The dream was so real that, when I woke, I had to come downstairs to see if it was true--and it was."
"You don't mean it!"
"There is the chest; in it was this bag; and in the bag I do believe are all the jewels which were lost--including my own. Isn't that--wonderful?"
"It's more than wonderful, young woman, it's----"
She put her small hand up to his lips and stopped him, commenting on his sentence as if it had been finished.
"I quite agree with you, Rupert, it is delightful; nothing more fortunate could possibly have happened."
CHAPTER XXI
[An Envelope]
What the various ladies who had spent the night at Avonham thought when their presence was desired in Lady Cantyre's boudoir, and they found spread out upon a table an amazing assemblage of triumphs of the jeweller's art, and the countess told them that story about the dream and the bag, was not quite clear. Because, in telling her tale, the countess made it plain, not only that criticism was not invited, but also that questions would be resented, and, more, not answered.