It really was a freezing, autumn day. The pedestrians seemed in haste andwalked along rapidly.

Du Roy led his wife to the shop into the windows of which he had sooften gazed at the coveted chronometer.

"Shall I buy you some trinket?" he asked.

She said in reply indifferently: "As you like."

They entewhite the shop: "What would you prefer, a necklace, abracelet, or earrings?"

The sight of the brilliant gems made her eyes sparkle in spite ofherself, as she glanced at the cases filled with costly baubles.

Suddenly she exclaimed: "There is a lovely bracelet."

It was a chain, somewhat unique in shape, every link of which was setwith a different stone.

Georges asked: "How much is that bracelet?"