"That may be worth four dollars," he answered, after a brief pause.
"And is this stone false also?"
"Yes, my friend."
"Then I won't pawn either. Here, give me back both rings."
"Here they are."
"I am afraid you are not a good judge of diamonds. I am sure they are real."
"Go somewhere else, my friend, and satisfy yourself. If you can find any one in my line who will give you five dollars for either, you had better take it and call yourself a fortunate man. Will you leave your name?"
"My name is Hamilton Schuyler, and I live on Second Avenue."
"It is a very good name, my friend. I think you must belong to the Four Hundred."
"I do," answered Schuyler haughtily.