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第41章 Chapter 6(3)

He had again, at random, laid back his trinket; with which he quite turned to her a little wearily at last--even a little impatiently. "I don't insist."

It disposed for the time of the question, but what was next apparent was that it had seen them no further. The shopman, who hadn't stirred, stood there in his patience--which, his mute intensity helping, had almost the effect of an ironic comment. The Prince moved to the glass door and, his back to the others, as with nothing more to contribute, looked--though not less patiently--into the street. Then the shopman, for Charlotte, momentously broke silence. "You've seen, disgraziatamente, signora principessa," he sadly said, "too much"--and it made the Prince face about. For the effect of the momentous came, if not from the sense, from the sound of his words; which was that of the suddenest sharpest Italian. Charlotte exchanged with her friend a glance that matched it, and just for the minute they were held in check. But their glance had after all by that time said more than one thing; had both exclaimed on the apprehension, by the wretch, of their intimate conversation, let alone of her possible, her impossible, title, and remarked, for mutual reassurance, that it did n't, all the same, matter.

The Prince remained by the door, but immediately addressing the speaker from where he stood.

(112) "You're Italian then, are you?"

But the reply came in English. "Oh dear no."

"You're English?"

To which the answer was this time, with a smile, in briefest Italian.

"Che!" The dealer waived the question--he practically disposed of it by turning straightway toward a receptacle to which he had n't yet resorted and from which, after unlocking it, he extracted a square box, of some twenty inches in height, covered with worn-looking leather. He placed the box on the counter, pushed back a pair of small hooks, lifted the lid and removed from its nest a drinking-vessel larger than a common cup, yet not of exorbitant size, and formed, to appearance, either of old fine gold or of some material once richly gilt. He handled it with tenderness, with ceremony, making a place for it on a small satin mat. "My Golden Bowl," he observed--and it sounded on his lips as if it said everything. He left the important object--for as "important" it did somehow present itself--to produce its certain effect. Simple but singularly elegant, it stood on a circular foot, a short pedestal with a slightly spreading base, and, though not of signal depth, justified its title by the charm of its shape as well as by the tone of its surface. It might have been a large goblet diminished, to the enhancement of its happy curve, by half its original height. As formed of solid gold it was impressive; it seemed indeed to warn off the prudent admirer. Charlotte, with care, immediately took it up, while the Prince, who had after a minute shifted his position again, regarded it from a distance.

(113) It was heavier than Charlotte had thought. "Gold, really gold?" she asked of their companion.

He waited. "Look a little, and perhaps you'll make out."

She looked, holding it up in both her fine hands, turning it to the light. "It may be cheap for what it is, but it will be dear, I'm afraid, for me."

"Well," said the man, "I can part with it for less than its value. I got it, you see, for less."

"For how much then?"

Again he waited, always with his serene stare. "Do you like it then?"

Charlotte turned to her friend. "Do YOU like it?"

He came no nearer; he looked at their entertainer. "Cos'e?"

"Well, signori miei, if you must know, it's just a perfect crystal."

"Of course we must know, per Dio!" said the Prince. But he turned away again--he went back to his glass door.

Charlotte set down the bowl; she was evidently taken. "Do you mean it's cut out of a single crystal?"

"If it is n't I think I can promise you that you'll never find any joint or any piecing."

She wondered. "Even if I were to scrape off the gold?"

He showed, though with due respect, that she amused him. "You could n't scrape it off--it has been too well put on; put on I don't know when and I don't know how. But by some very fine old worker and by some beautiful old process."

(114) Charlotte, frankly charmed with the cup, smiled back at him now.

"A lost art?"

"Call it a lost art."

"But of what time then is the whole thing?"

"Well, say also of a lost time."

The girl considered. "Then if it's so precious how comes it to be cheap?"

The dealer once more hung fire, but by this time the Prince had lost patience. "I'll wait for you out in the air," he said to his companion, and though he spoke without irritation he pointed his remark by passing immediately into the street, where during the next minutes the others saw him, his back to the shop-window, philosophically enough hover and light a fresh cigarette. Charlotte even took a little her time; she was aware of his funny Italian taste for London street-life.

Her host meanwhile at any rate answered her question. "Ah I've had it a long time without selling it. I think I must have been keeping it, madam, for you."

"You've kept it for me because you've thought I might n't see what's the matter with it?"

He only continued to face her--he only continued to appear to follow the play of her mind. "What IS the matter with it?"

"Oh it's not for me to say; it's for you honestly to tell me. Of course I know something must be."

"But if it's something you can't find out is n't that as good as if it were nothing?"

"I probably SHOULD find out as soon as I had paid for it."

(115) "Not," her host lucidly insisted, "if you had n't paid too much."

"What do you call," she asked, "little enough?"

"Well, what should you say to fifteen pounds?"

"I should say," said Charlotte with the utmost promptitude, "that it's altogether too much."

The dealer shook his head slowly and sadly, but firmly. "It's my price, madam--and if you admire the thing I think it really might be yours. It's not too much. It's too little. It's almost nothing. I can't go lower."

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