"To the opera."
"You love music?" I asked.
She leaned a little toward me. Her hair almost brushed my cheek as she whispered:
"We love jewelry!"
I flatter myself that not a muscle of my face moved.
"No place like the opera!" I remarked. "You should do well there with a little luck."
This time I certainly scored. She looked at me fixedly for a moment. Then she laughed softly.
"I want a pearl necklace," she said.
"What about the one you have on?"
She held it out toward me.