"Dearest, don't think me ungrateful," he said, "but before I had a chance to open it I met Godensky, and he told me--that lie.

It lit a fire in my brain.

I forgot all about the bag, and haven't thought of it again till this minute." At last I laughed with sincerity.

"Oh, Raoul, Raoul, you're not fit for this work-a-day world! Well, I'm glad, after all, that I shall be with you, when you see what that little insignificant bag which you've forgotten all this tune has in it.

Take it out of your pocket, and let's open it together." For the moment I was almost happy; and that Raoul would be happy, I knew.
His hand went to the inner pocket of his coat, into which I had seen him put the brocade bag.