Those jewels, those hateful jewels, tell me how I can send them back! spare me the sight of them!"So far it was easy to console her. I sent the jewels at once to the manager of the theater--with a written notice to be posted at the stage door, stating that they were waiting to be returned to the persons who could describe them.
"Try, my dear, to forget what has happened," I said. "Try to find consolation and encouragement in your art.""I have lost all interest in my success on the stage," she answered, "now I know the penalty I must pay for it. When my father's memory is clear of reproach, I shall leave the theater never to return to it again.""Take time to consider, Jeanne."
"I will do anything you ask of me."
