“One what?”

“One Iwishman—­dangling after me.”

“Then your ladyship has only to tighten the cord—­and he’s done for.”

Having administered this prescription, our laughing philosopher went off to Italy, and there fell in with some countrymen to his mind, so he accompanied them to Egypt and Palestine.

His absence, and Lord Tadcaster’s, made Rosa Staines’s life extremely monotonous.  Day followed day, and week followed week, each so unvarying, that, on a retrospect, three months seemed like one day.

And I think at last youth and nature began to rebel, and secretly to crave some little change or incident to ruffle the stagnant pool.  Yet she would not go into society, and would only receive two or three dull people at the villa; so she made the very monotony which was beginning to tire her, and nursed a sacred grief she had no need to nurse, it was so truly genuine.

She was in this forlorn condition, when, one morning, a carriage drove to the door, and a card was brought up to her—­“Mr. Reginald Falcon.”

Falcon’s history, between this and our last advices, is soon disposed of.

When, after a little struggle with his better angel, he rode past his wife’s gate, he intended, at first, only to go to Cape Town, sell the diamonds, have a lark, and bring home the balance:  but, as he rode south, his views expanded.  He could have ten times the fun in London, and cheaper; since he could sell the diamonds for more money, and also conceal the true price.  This was the Bohemian’s whole mind in the business.  He had no designs whatever on Mrs. Staines, nor did he intend to steal the diamonds, but to embezzle a portion of the purchase-money, and enjoy the pleasures and vices of the capital for a few months; then back to his milch cow, Phoebe, and lead a quiet life till the next uncontrollable fit should come upon him along with the means of satisfying it.

On the way, he read Staines’s letter to Mrs. Falcon, very carefully.  He never broke the seal of the letter to Mrs. Staines.  That was to be given her when he had broken the good news to her; and this he determined to do with such skill, as should make Dr. Staines very unwilling to look suspiciously or ill-naturedly into money accounts.

He reached London; and being a thorough egotist, attended first to his own interests; he never went near Mrs. Staines until he had visited every diamond merchant and dealer in the metropolis; he showed the small stones to them all but he showed no more than one large stone to each.