What was he to do?
He dared not appeal to the police, or the Duchess's secret would come out.

And he couldn't bear to tell her of the loss, not only because it would be such a blow to her, as she was depending on the money from the sale of the jewels, but because she knew that he was in some difficulties, and _might_ be tempted to believe that he'd only pretended the diamonds were stolen--while really he'd sold them for his own use." "As she's fond of him, and trusts him, probably she would have thought no such thing," I tried to comfort Maxine.

"But certainly, it was a rather bad fix." "Rather bad fix! Oh, you laconic creatures, Englishmen.

All you think of is to hide your feelings behind icy words.

As for me--well, there was nothing I wouldn't have done to help him--nothing.