The jewels had been locked away in a safe, except one gorgeous emerald brooch which she was wearing at her neck.
"It appears," I said, "that in Paris one must not even attend rehearsals without jewels."
She laughed.
"You think I have a passion for jewels, and you despise me for it."
"By no means. Nobody has a better right to wear precious stones than yourself."
"Can you guess why I wear them?"
"Not because they make you look prettier, for that's impossible."
"Will you please remember that I like you because you are not in the habit of making speeches."
"I beg pardon. I won't offend again. Well, then, I will confess that I don't know why you wear jewels. There must be a Puritan strain in my character, for I cannot enter into the desire for jewels. I say this merely because you have practically invited me to be brutal."