"Two days after, at one o'clock precisely, Mr. Tom Sleight walked into
the Cafe. He didn't look cheerful and he didn't look sad. He had been
to the 'Louvre'; Mary Godselle had left there about a year ago; but he
had obtained her address in Paris, and had received a letter from her
that very morning. He showed it to Marie. It was short, and not well
written. She would meet him in the Tuileries that evening at seven, by
the Diana and the Nymph; he would know her by her wearing the onyx brooch
he had given her the day before their wedding. She mentioned it was
onyx, in case he had forgotten. He only stopped a few minutes, and both
he and Marie spoke gravely and in low tones. He left a small case in her
hands at parting; he said he hoped she would wear it in remembrance of
one in whose thoughts she would always remain enshrined. I can't tell
you what he meant; I only tell you what he said. He also gave me a very
handsome walking-stick with a gold handle--what for, I don't know; I take
it he felt like that.

"Marie asked to leave that evening at half-past six. I never saw her
looking prettier. She called me into the office before she went. She
wanted my advice. She had in one hand a beautiful opal brooch set in
diamonds--it was what he had given her that morning--and in her other
hand the one of onyx.

"'Shall I wear them both?' asked she, 'or only the one?' She was half
laughing, half crying, already.

"I thought for a bit. 'I should wear the onyx to-night,' I said, 'by
itself.'"