'My dear, how comes it that you have so much money? that you are able to do so much, and to live independently?'
'I do not know.'
'What has become of your diamond necklace and tiara? Have you sold them?'
'No, Mr. Herring keeps them for me. I do not want them now. I mean—for wear.'
'Mr. Herring has them!'
'Yes; I asked him to take care of them—that was before I knew they were paste.'
'But, perhaps they are not paste, but real diamonds, Mirelle.'
'What I gave you formed part of the set, and that was certainly paste.'
'Yes, that is true; but it is possible that the rest may have been genuine stones, in which case the value must be great.'
'I do not know, Orange.'