“I warn you, I’m not buying.”
“I shall be glad to show the lady. What time shall I call?”
“Oh, about tea time.”
Ling Foo reached inside his jacket and produced a string of cut-glass beads.
“How pretty! What are they?”
“Glass.”
Jane hooked the string round her neck and 43 viewed the result in the mirror. The sunshine, striking the facets, set fire to the beads. They were really lovely. She took a sudden fancy to them.
“How much?”
“Four Mex.” It was magnanimous of Ling Foo.
“I’ll take them.” They were real, anyhow. “Bring your jade at tea time and call for Miss Norman. I can’t give you any more time.”