"I know very well what gems are.

My father left a very fine collection, and my mother says that by his will they are all to belong to my future husband." "Then I can set you, my jewel, in a frame of the rarest gems." "No, no," she cried gaily.

"Let me have a setting indeed, for I am but a fugitive thing; but only, only in your heart." "That piece of goldsmith's work is already done .-- But seriously my child; with regard to Paula's necklace: it really was a gem, and you must have happened to see only the back of it.

That is just as you describe it: a plain setting of gold." "But Orion...." "If you love me, sweetheart, contradict me no further.

In the future I will always accept your views, but in this case your mistake might involve us in a serious misunderstanding, by compelling me to give in to Paula and make her my ally .-- Here we are! But wait one moment longer .-- And once more, as to this gem.