"But it's like him?" said Guerchard.
"Oh, yes, it's like the Duke as he is now—at least, it's a little like him. But it's not like the Duke as he was ten years ago. He has changed so," said Germaine.
"Oh, has he?" said Guerchard.
"Yes; there was that exhausting journey of his—and then his illness. The doctors gave up all hope of him, you know."
"Oh, did they?" said Guerchard.
"Yes; at Montevideo. But his health is quite restored now."
The door opened and the millionaire and the Duke came into the room. M. Gournay-Martin set his bag upon the table, unlocked it, and with a solemn air took out the case which held the coronet. He opened it; and they looked at it.
"Isn't it beautiful?" he said with a sigh.
"Marvellous!" said the Duke.
M. Gournay-Martin closed the case, and said solemnly:
"There is danger, M. Guerchard, so I am going to trust the coronet to you. You are the defender of my hearth and home—you are the proper person to guard the coronet. I take it that you have no objection?"
"Not the slightest, M. Gournay-Martin," said
