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“You know what you have to do?”

“Yes,” said the workman. “It’s to cut a ring that’s grown too small…. That’s easily done…. A touch of the nippers….”

“And then you will see,” said the count, “if the inscription inside the ring was the one you engraved.”

Yvonne looked at the clock. It was ten minutes to eleven. She seemed to hear, somewhere in the house, a sound of voices raised in argument; and, in spite of herself, she felt a thrill of hope. Perhaps Velmont has succeeded…. But the sound was renewed; and she perceived that it was produced by some costermongers passing under her window and moving farther on.

It was all over. Horace Velmont had been unable to assist her. And she understood that, to recover her child, she must rely upon her own strength, for the promises of others are vain.

She made a movement of recoil. She had felt the workman’s heavy hand on her hand; and that hateful touch revolted her.

The man apologized, awkwardly. The count said to his wife:

“You must make up your mind, you know.”