But, then, it must have been a present!—­a present!—­a present, from whom?  Why was it given her?

He stopped, and remained standing in the middle of the street.  A horrible doubt entered his mind—­She?  Then, all the other jewels must have been presents, too!  The earth seemed to tremble beneath him—­the tree before him to be falling; he threw up his arms, and fell to the ground, unconscious.  He recovered his senses in a pharmacy, into which the passers-by had borne him.  He asked to be taken home, and, when he reached the house, he shut himself up in his room, and wept until nightfall.  Finally, overcome with fatigue, he went to bed and fell into a heavy sleep.

The sun awoke him next morning, and he began to dress slowly to go to the office.  It was hard to work after such shocks.  He sent a letter to his employer, requesting to be excused.  Then he remembered that he had to return to the jeweler’s.  He did not like the idea; but he could not leave the necklace with that man.  He dressed and went out.

It was a lovely day; a clear, blue sky smiled on the busy city below.  Men of leisure were strolling about with their hands in their pockets.

Monsieur Lantin, observing them, said to himself:  “The rich, indeed, are happy.  With money it is possible to forget even the deepest sorrow.  One can go where one pleases, and in travel find that distraction which is the surest cure for grief.  Oh if I were only rich!”

He perceived that he was hungry, but his pocket was empty.  He again remembered the necklace.  Eighteen thousand francs!  Eighteen thousand francs!  What a sum!

He soon arrived in the Rue de la Paix, opposite the jeweler’s.  Eighteen thousand francs!  Twenty times he resolved to go in, but shame kept him back.  He was hungry, however—­very hungry—­and not a cent in his pocket.  He decided quickly, ran across the street, in order not to have time for reflection, and rushed into the store.

The proprietor immediately came forward, and politely offered him a chair; the clerks glanced at him knowingly.

“I have made inquiries, Monsieur Lantin,” said the jeweler, “and if you are still resolved to dispose of the gems, I am ready to pay you the price I offered.”

“Certainly, sir,” stammered Monsieur Lantin.

Whereupon the proprietor took from a drawer eighteen large bills, counted, and handed them to Monsieur Lantin, who signed a receipt; and, with trembling hand, put the money into his pocket.

As he was about to leave the store, he turned toward the merchant, who still wore the same knowing smile, and lowering his eyes, said: 

“I have—­I have other gems, which came from the same source.  Will you buy them, also?”

The merchant bowed:  “Certainly, sir.”

Monsieur Lantin said gravely:  “I will bring them to you.”  An hour later, he returned with the gems.

The large diamond earrings were worth twenty thousand francs; the bracelets, thirty-five thousand; the rings, sixteen thousand; a set of emeralds and sapphires, fourteen thousand; a gold chain with solitaire pendant, forty thousand—­making the sum of one hundred and forty-three thousand francs.