And now solemnly, almost religiously, she opened the other little phial, which contained only a few stones, and placed them lovingly on the black velvet.
“That one would be splendid ... for a pendant,” said Mrs. van Oudijck, gazing at a very large brilliant.
“There, what did I tell you?” said the Indian lady.
And they all gazed at the diamonds, at the real ones, which came out of the “real” bottle, and held them up carefully to the light.
Mrs. van Oudijck saw that they were all real:
“I really have no money, dear mevrouw!” she said.
“This big one ... for a pendant ... six hundred guilders.[1] ... A bargain, I assure you, mevrouw!”
“Oh, mevrouw, never!”
“How much then? You are doing a charity if you buy. Poor thing, her husband once a great swell, Indian Council.”
“Two hundred.”