The Turquoise Cup, and, The Desert | Page 4

recrossed
his legs, struck the arm of his chair, and burst into a laugh so merry and
so prolonged that the earl, perforce, joined him.
"It's funny," said the latter, finally, "but, all the same, it's serious."
"Oh, Love!" exclaimed the cardinal; "you little naked boy with wings
and a bow! You give us more trouble than all the rest of the heathen
deities combined--you fly about so--you appear in such strange
places--you compel mortals to do such remarkable things--you debauch
my pigeons, and, when the ill is done, you send your victims to me, or
another priest, and ask for absolution, so that they may begin all over
again."
"Do I get the cup?" asked the earl, with some impatience.
"My lord," said the cardinal, "if the cup were mine, I have a fancy that I
would give it to you, with my blessing and my best wishes; but when
you ask me to sell it to you, it is as though you asked your queen to sell
you the Kohinoor. She dare not, if she could. She could not, if she dare.
Both the diamond and the cup were, doubtless, stolen. The diamond
was taken in this century; the cup was looted so long ago that no one
knows. A sad attribute of crime is that time softens it. There is a mental

statute of limitations that converts possession into ownership. 'We stole
the Kohinoor so long ago,' says the Englishman, 'that we own it now.'
So it is with the cup. Where did it come from? It is doubtless Byzantine,
but where did its maker live; in Byzantium or here, in Venice? We used
to kidnap Oriental artists in the good old days when art was a religion.
This cup was made by one whom God befriended; by a brain steeped in
the love of the beautiful; by a hand so cunning that when it died art
languished; by a power so compelling that the treasuries of the world
were opened to it. Its bowl is a turquoise, the size and shape of an
ostrich's egg, sawn through its longer diameter, and resting on its side.
Four gold arms clasp the bowl and meet under it. These arms are set
with rubies en cabochon, except one, which is cut in facets. The arms
are welded beneath the bowl and form the stem. Midway of the stem,
and pierced by it, is a diamond, as large"--the cardinal picked up his
teaspoon and looked at it--"yes," he said, "as large as the bowl of this
spoon. The foot of the cup is an emerald, flat on the bottom and joined
to the stem by a ferrule of transparent enamel. If this treasure were
offered for sale the wealth of the world would fight for it. No, no, my
lord, you cannot have the cup. Take your four thousand pounds to
Testolini, the jeweller, and buy a string of pearls. Very few good
women can resist pearls."
"Your grace," said the earl, rising, "I appreciate fully the absurdity of
my errand and the kindness of your forbearance. I fear, however, that
you scarcely grasp the situation. I am going to marry Lady Nora. I
cannot marry her without the cup. You perceive the conclusion--I shall
have the cup. Good-by, your grace; I thank you for your patience."
"Good-by," said the cardinal, ringing for a servant. "I wish that I might
serve you; but, when children cry for the moon, what is to be done?
Come and see me again; I am nearly always at home about this hour."
"I repeat, your grace," said the earl, "that I shall have the cup. All is fair
in love and war, is it not?"
There was a certain quality in the earl's voice--that quiet, even note of
sincerity which quells riots, which quiets horses, which leads forlorn
hopes, and the well-trained ear of the cardinal recognized it.
"Pietro," he said to the servant who answered the bell, "I am going out.
My hat and stick. I will go a little way with you, my lord."
They went down the broad stairs together, and the earl noticed, for the

first time, that his companion limped.
"Gout?" he asked.
"No," said the cardinal; "the indiscretion of youth. I was with Garibaldi
and caught a bullet."
"Take my arm," said the earl.
"Willingly," said the cardinal, "since I know that you will bring me into
the presence of a woman worth seeing; a woman who can compel a
peer of England to meditate a theft."
"How do you know that?" exclaimed the earl; and he stopped so
abruptly that the cardinal put his free hand against his companion's
breast to right himself.
"Because," said the cardinal, "I saw your face when you said good-by
to me. It was