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"Allow me to ask, Mrs. Montague, if you ever met Mr. Walter Dinsmore?"
"Dinsmore--Dinsmore," repeated his fair companion, with a puzzled expression; "it seems as if I have heard the name, and yet--I am quite sure that I have met no such person since my residence in New York.
Let me see," she added, as if suddenly remembering something--"did I not read in the papers, a short time ago, of the death of the gentleman--he was quite a prominent citizen, was he not?"
"Yes, and much respected; he died suddenly, leaving a large fortune. The reason I inquired if you knew him," Mr. Palmer explained, "was because he left a niece whose name is the same as yours, and I thought possibly you might be a relative of the family. Miss Mona Montague is the young lady's name."
"Mona Montague?" repeated Mrs. Montague, burying her face for an instant in the bouquet she carried as if to inhale its perfume. "No, I think not--I have no relatives in New York except a nephew, who is the same as a son to me. We came to your city entire strangers to every one. But how old is this Miss Montague?"
"About eighteen years of age, I believe. She was said to be a very beautiful girl, and every one supposed her to be Mr. Dinsmore's heiress; but it seems that he had a wife living, although he was supposed to be a widower--who claimed everything, and thus Miss Montague was rendered homeless and penniless. She has certainly disappeared from the circle in which she hitherto mingled."
"How exceedingly unfortunate!" murmured Mr. Palmer's fair listener, with apparent sympathy.
"Very," said the gentleman; "and as we--I feel deeply interested in her, I hoped, when I heard your name, that you might prove to be a relative, and could give me some information regarding her."
"I should be most happy to oblige you, Mr. Palmer," Mrs. Montague sweetly returned, "but I have never met the young lady, and I know nothing about her present circ.u.mstances. Is she a connection of yours?"
"No, madame--that is, not as yet," Mr. Palmer answered, with a slight twinge of embarra.s.sment. "I knew Mr. Dinsmore, however, and it seems a very sad thing that his niece should be deprived of both home and fortune, as well as her only friend, especially when he was so fond of her and intended that she would inherit his property. I would give a great deal to know where she is; she would not long be without a home if I could find her."
"Does the man want to marry the girl?" was Mrs. Montague's mental query, as she glanced keenly at her companion. "I begin to believe I should like to see this wonderful creature."
"You say she is very beautiful?" she remarked, aloud.
"So I have been told, and very lovely in character, also."
"Then you have never seen her? Surely you are very philanthropic to be so deeply interested in an entire stranger," Mrs. Montague observed. Then, without giving him an opportunity to reply, she asked, abruptly: "Mr.
Palmer, who is that lady just entering the room? She is very striking in appearance, and what a profusion of magnificent diamonds she has on her person!"
Mr. Palmer started at this last observation, and turned to look at the new arrival.
He saw a woman of about thirty-five, rather stout in figure, very showily dressed, and wearing a great many exquisite diamonds of great value.
The man's keen eyes went flas.h.i.+ng over her with eager scrutiny, his heart beating rapidly, as he asked himself if it might not be possible that some of his own precious gems were among the jewels that she wore.
The suspicion flashed upon him, in spite of the fact that the woman was a guest in the house of his friend, for he knew that thieves had been found mingling with the brilliant throngs attending regular receptions in New York, and might be again.
But of course he could recognize none of them under such circ.u.mstances, and his face fell after one sweeping glance.
"It would be impossible to identify any of the stones without a gla.s.s, even if they were there," he said to himself; "for, of course, the thief, whoever she was, would have had the stones reset before wearing them anywhere."
"Yes," he said, aloud, "the lady has a fortune upon her person; but I do not know her. Speaking of diamonds," he continued, glancing at the ornaments which Mrs. Montague wore, "you will pardon me, I am sure, if I tell you that you, also, have some very fine stones. I consider myself a connoisseur regarding diamonds and capable of judging."
"Yes," Mrs. Montague quietly responded, "I have some choice ones, and I am very fond of diamonds; but I have never seen any one, unless it was an actress, with such a profusion of them as that lady. I do not think I should care to wear so many at one time, even if I possessed them."
"No, it hardly seems in good taste," Mr. Palmer replied, then added: "My son is beckoning me; will you excuse me for a moment?"
"Your _son_!" exclaimed the lady, with a light laugh and an arch look.
"Surely, Mr. Palmer, _you_ cannot have a son old enough to mingle in society like this?"
"Indeed I have, and you can see for yourself--he is standing yonder by that large easel," the gentleman returned, laughing also, and evidently well pleased to be regarded younger than he really was.
"I must confess my surprise," said the charming widow, as she darted a curious glance at the young man, "but since you a.s.sert it I must not doubt your word, and I will say, also, that you have every reason to be proud of your son. But--I will not detain you," she added, bowing gracefully; "only I trust that I may have the pleasure of meeting you again."
"Thank you, madame; you honor me," the diamond merchant replied, as he, too, bowed, and then pa.s.sed on.
"Merrill said truly," he muttered, as he made his way through the crowd toward Ray; "she is certainly a very charming woman; I don't wonder that she is a favorite in society. Well, what is it, Ray, my boy?" he asked, as he reached his son's side.
"Did you notice that woman who entered the room a moment or two ago?" the young man asked, in a low tone.
"The one wearing so many diamonds?"
"Yes; and, father, I believe there is some of our property about her."
"I thought of it, too, Ray, but only because she wore so many stones, I suppose. We surely have no right to suspect her of being the thief," said Mr. Palmer, gravely.
"Perhaps not; but I did, all the same."
"She does not look at all like that Mrs. Vanderbeck," Mr. Palmer remarked, as he again singled out the woman, and observed her closely.
"I don't know; her form is not unlike; and put a red wig on her, she might pa.s.s--"
"Pshaw, Ray," interrupted his father, "you are letting your imagination run away with you; she cannot be the same person; her features are entirely different, and she is too stout."
"Well, that may be; but I am impressed that some of those stones belong to us," Ray said, following the woman with a critical glance.
"If any of them are ours, we have no means of identifying them," Mr.
Palmer responded. "I have given them up as a dead loss, and do not believe that we shall ever discover the thief."
Ray looked very sober.
"I am very sore over that affair, father," he said, gravely. "If I had not allowed my head to be turned by that fascinating woman, I never should have lost them. She just smiled and talked all the sense out of me. I ought never to have removed my hand from that package, even to prevent a dozen tailor-made dresses from being torn, and then she could not have stolen it."
"Don't grieve over it, Ray, for it will not avail," his father returned, kindly. "Experience is the best teacher, and no one will ever rob us in the same way again."
"I do not think that is likely, and yet I cannot get over it; I cannot bear to consider the gems irretrievably lost, even yet."
"You may as well, for I am sure we shall never see any of them again,"
said Mr. Palmer, calmly.
"Who is this lady approaching us?" Ray asked, after a moment. "You were talking to her when I motioned to you."
Mr. Palmer glanced up.
"That is a Mrs. Montague--"
"Montague!" interrupted Ray, in a startled tone. "Can she be anything to Mona?"
"No, nothing. I asked the question upon learning her name," his father answered.