“Perhaps not this week, sir, or the next,” rejoined the self-sufficient jeweller; “but, of course, that time will come. Two thousand pounds for such a suite is positively getting them a present, to break them up and reset them.”
“How shocking!” cried Miss Kennyfeck.
“Yes, madam; but what is to be done? They only suit large fortunes in their present form; these, unfortunately, are very rare with us.”
“A quarter past three!” exclaimed Cashel; “we shall be too late.”
“And the diamonds, sir?” said Leonard, following him downstairs.
“Do you think them so handsome?” said Cashel to Olivia, as she walked at his side.
“Oh, they are most beautiful,” replied she, with a bashful falling of her eyelids.
“I 'll take them also,” whispered Cashel to Leonard, who, for perhaps the only time for years past, accompanied the party, bareheaded, to their carriage, and continued bowing till they drove away.
“Dycer's,” said Mrs. Kennyfeck; “and as fast as you can.”
With all their speed they came too late. The beautiful equipage had been already disposed of, and was driving from the gate as they drew up.