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This changed matters, and Mr. Grey's only thought now was to
surprise her with the diamond on her person and by one glance
assure himself that it was indeed the Great Mogul. Since Mrs.
Fairbrother was reported to be a beautiful woman and a great
society belle, he saw no reason why he should not meet her
publicly, and that very soon. He therefore accepted invitations
and attended theaters and balls, though his daughter had suffered
from her voyage and was not able to accompany him. But alas! he
soon learned that Mrs. Fairbrother was never seen with her
diamond and, one evening after an introduction at the opera, that
she never talked about it. So there he was, balked on the very
threshold of his enterprise, and, recognizing the fact, was
preparing to take his now seriously ailing daughter south, when
he received an invitation to a ball of such a select character
that he decided to remain for it, in the hope that Mrs.
Fairbrother would be tempted to put on all her splendor for so
magnificent a function and thus gratify him with a sight of his
own diamond. During the days that intervened he saw her several
times and very soon decided that, in spite of her reticence in
regard to this gem, she was not sufficiently in her husband's
confidence to know the secret of its real ownership. This
encouraged him to attempt piquing her into wearing the diamond on
this occasion. He talked of precious stones and finally of his
own, declaring that he had a connoisseur's eye for a fine
diamond, but had seen none as yet in America to compete with a
specimen or two he had in his own cabinets. Her eye flashed at
this and, though she said nothing, he felt sure that her presence
at Mr. Ramsdell's house would be enlivened by her great jewel.
So much for Mr. Grey's attitude in this matter up to the night of
the ball. It is interesting enough, but that of Abner Fairbrother
is more interesting still and much more serious.
His was indeed the hand which had abstracted the diamond from Mr.
Grey's collection. Under ordinary conditions he was an honest
man. He prized his good name and would not willingly risk it, but
he had little real conscience, and once his passions were aroused
nothing short of the object desired would content him. At once
forceful and subtle, he had at his command infinite resources
which his wandering and eventful life had heightened almost to
the point of genius. He saw this stone, and at once felt an
inordinate desire to possess it. He had coveted other men's
treasures before, but not as he coveted this. What had been
longing in other cases was mania in this. There was a woman in
America whom he loved. She was beautiful and she was
splendor-loving. To see her with this glory on her breast would
be worth almost any risk which his imagination could picture at
the moment. Before the diamond had left his hand he had made up
his mind to have it for his own. He knew that it could not be
bought, so he set about obtaining it by an act he did not
hesitate to acknowledge to himself as criminal. But he did not
act without precautions. Having a keen eye and a proper sense or
size and color, he carried away from his first view of it a true
image of the stone, and when he was next admitted to Mr. Grey's
cabinet room he had provided the means for deceiving the owner
whose character he had sounded.
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