But that he should realise the possibility, could realise it, seemed to him like inexpiable injustice to Giulia.
The man, sick unto death, was a prey to wild delirium, but even through madness there runs one connecting thread, on which it hangs its pictures, and is often more sharp-sighted, more rational than sound sense.
A pause ensued. The Cossack, who was weary, began to whistle a song which is sung on the shores of the Don by the girls of his race. Baluzzi had somewhat recovered.
"You still doubt? Pray call in the officer of the frontier."
Under the impression that the Italian felt weak, and needed some surgical assistance, Blanden hastened down the stairs and returned with the chief guardian of the frontier. The latter felt Baluzzi's pulse, and shook his head.
"One favour! Show this gentleman what you found sewn up in my coat."
Annoyed, but unwilling to refuse a dying man's entreaty, the officer, with an enquiring glance at Blanden, went into his office, and returned, bringing another Cossack with him as watchman.
Out of a rough wooden box close at hand at the time, he took a sparkling diamond coronet. Even the Cossacks drew nearer with covetous glances.
Only one stone was wanting in the ornament. Blanden started back as if stung by an adder.
"My, her diamonds! Our family jewels! Robber!