“To the p’int, ma‘am? Oh, yes, I’ll come to the p’int. This is the p’int ef you please, ma‘am,” and she suddenly thrust, almost into Mrs. Cameron’s dazzled face, the splendid gleam and glitter of a large unset diamond. “This is the p’int, ma‘am; this is what’s to take my character away, and the bread out of the mouths of my innocent children.”
Mrs. Cameron never considered herself a worldly woman. She was undoubtedly a very Christian-minded, charitable, good woman, but all the same, she loved fine houses and big dinners and rich apparel, and above all things she adored jewelry. Flowers—that is, natural flowers—had never yet drawn a smile out of her. She had never pined for them or valued them, but jewels, ah! they were worth possessing. She quite gasped now, as she realized the value of the gem which Mrs. Ricketts so unceremoniously thrust under her nose.
“A diamond! Good gracious! How did you come by it? A most valuable diamond of extraordinary size. Give it to me this moment, my good dear creature! and come into the drawing-room. You can step in by this open window. We won’t be disturbed in here. I suppose you were weeping in that loud and violent manner at the thought of the grief of the person who had lost this treasure?”
“No, ma‘am, I were a sobbing at the grief of her what ’ad it. Oh, my word! And the young lady said for sure as I’d get nine-and-fourpence halfpenny for it. No, ma‘am, I won’t go into the ’ouse, thank you. Oh, dear! oh, dear! the young lady did set store by it, and said for certain I’d get my nine-and-fourpence halfpenny back, but when I took the stone to the shop to-day, and asked the baker to give me some bread and let this go partly to pay the account, he stared at me and said as I wasn’t honest, and he thrust it back in my hand. Oh, dearie me! oh, dearie me! the foreign young lady shouldn’t have done it!”
“I am very sure that you’re honest, my good creature! Now, do tell me about this stone. How did you come by it?”
“It was the young lady, ma‘am; the young lady from Australia.”
“Daisy Rymple, do you mean?”
“Miss Flower she called herself, ma‘am. She come to me in sore plight late one evening, when we was all in bed, and ‘Mrs. Ricketts,’ said she, dear lamb, ‘will you help me to go away to Mrs. Cameron, to Bath? I want the money to go third class to Bath. Can you let me have nine shillings and fourpence halfpenny, Mrs. Ricketts? and I’ll give you this for the money!’ and she flashed that bit of a glittering stone right up into my eyes. My word, I thought as I was blinded by it. ‘You’ll get most like two pounds for it, Mrs. Ricketts,’ she said, ‘for my father told me it was worth a sight of money.’ That’s how I come by it, ma‘am, and that’s the way I was treated about it to-day.”
Mrs. Cameron slowly drew out her purse.
“I will give you two sovereigns for the stone!” she said. “There, take them and go home, and say nothing about the money. It will be the worse for you if you do; now go quickly home.”