He had completed the purchase of the Italian necklace the day before. Beaudel came to the schoolroom to tell Lucien so, and to show him the cheque for five thousand guineas. “Good. Now I have got my own money,” Lucien said. “You are well off,” Beaudel agreed, smiling. His eyes were red, his hand not as steady as a hand should be, after his night’s intemperance. “Has Major Morrison left town?” Lucien asked, voicing a thought that had already occurred to me. “He stays on for a few days in Chelmsford. He is some sort of a government inspector, looking over the jail in these smaller centers. He will soon be on his way to Brighton, to see the Prince Regent.” After a few minutes of talk, Beaudel left. As the weather was so fine, and my student still young, we had some trouble settling down to work. Mrs. Beaudel stopped in to congratulate Lucien on the sale, and to pump him for news. As soon as she learned the Major was in town still, she decided she would run into Chelmsford to do some shopping.
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