You compared her to a sapphire, or a topaz, or an amethyst--some precious stone; what was it ?" "I don't remember," said Valentin, "it may have been to a carbuncle! But she won't make a fool of me now.

She has no real charm.

It's an awfully low thing to make a mistake about a person of that sort." "I congratulate you," Newman declared, "upon the scales having fallen from your eyes.

It's a great triumph; it ought to make you feel better." "Yes, it makes me feel better!" said Valentin, gayly.

Then, checking himself, he looked askance at Newman.