Ностромо

           Mrs.Gould,”thedoctorpursued,inthegreatestexcitement.“Doyourememberthesilver?Thesilverinthelighter—thatwaslost?”

           Mrs.Gouldremembered.Butshedidnotsayshehatedthemerementionofthatsilver.Franknesspersonified,sherememberedwithanexaggeratedhorrorthatforthefirstandlasttimeofherlifeshehadconcealedthetruthfromherhusbandaboutthatverysilver.Shehadbeencorruptedbyherfearsatthattime,andshehadneverforgivenherself.Moreover,thatsilver,whichwouldneverhavecomedownifherhusbandhadbeenmadeacquaintedwiththenewsbroughtbyDecoud,hadbeeninaroundaboutwaynearlythecauseofDr.Monygham’sdeath.Andthesethingsappearedtoherverydreadful.

           “Wasitlost,though?”thedoctorexclaimed.“I’vealwaysfeltthattherewasamysteryaboutourNostromoeversince.Idobelievehewantsnow,atthepointofdeath——”

           “Thepointofdeath?”repeatedMrs.Gould.

           “Yes.Yes....Hewantsperhapstotellyousomethingconcerningthatsilverwhich——”

           “Oh,no!No!”exclaimedMrs.Gould,inalowvoice.“Isn’titlostanddonewith?Isn’tthereenoughtreasurewithoutittomakeeverybodyintheworldmiserable?”

           Thedoctorremainedstill,inasubmissive,disappointedsilence.Atlastheventured,verylow—

           “AndthereisthatViolagirl,Giselle.