She
recoiled, unconsciously. He smiled.
"Oh! Madame, you are afraid of me! Did I pursue my role of parlor-
magician a step too far?"
She controlled herself, and replied, with her accustomed ease:
"Not at all, monsieur. The legend of that dutiful son interested
me very much, and I am pleased to know that my necklace had such a
brilliant destiny. But do you not think that the son of that
woman, that Henriette, was the victim of hereditary influence in
the choice of his vocation?"
He shuddered, feeling the point, and replied:
"I am sure of it; and, moreover, his natural tendency to crime must
have been very strong or he would have been discouraged."
"Why so?"
"Because, as you must know, the majority of the diamonds were
false. The only genuine stones were the few purchased from the
English jeweler, the others having been sold, one by one, to meet
the cruel necessities of life."
"It was still the Queen's Necklace, monsieur," replied the
countess, haughtily, "and that is something that he, Henriette's
son, could not appreciate."
"He was able to appreciate, madame, that, whether true or false,
the necklace was nothing more that an object of parade, an emblem
of senseless pride.
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