LADY. Yes, a very good imitation, isn’t it?
GENTLEMAN. Excuse me. I cannot mistake a diamond—no, no; I’ve had too many pass through my hands to do that!
LADY (aside). I’m afraid he has!
GENTLEMAN. And yet there’s a flaw in it—if you’ll allow me, I’ll point it out to you. (Looking about, then suddenly taking up the paper-knife; the LADY screams.) I’m afraid I alarmed you!
LADY (trying to be calm). Oh dear no! and if you’ve quite done examining my hand—
GENTLEMAN. Quite, madam! (releasing her hand).
LADY. And you detect no further threatening of—personal danger?
GENTLEMAN. None whatever!
LADY. Then you are a believer in spiritualism and phrenology, and all that sort of thing?