“How lovely the real one must be!”
“No lovelier than yours, I assure you.”
“Then doesn’t it seem a pity to spend so much money on real ones?” said I. “What do you think the real one was worth?”
“About fifteen hundred pounds, I believe.”
“And you thought I had on an ornament worth fifteen hundred pounds!” said I, laughing heartily. “Oh, if the person who gave it me could know, how he would laugh!”
He caught at my words.
“He would laugh, would he?”
I was annoyed with myself, for I had not meant to let out even the sex of the giver of my pendant. He continued—
“He would be pleased, I should think, to have his paste taken for diamonds.”
I did not answer, but only laughed again.