Paula always treated her like a child instead of a grown-up girl, as she was.

Why, that very morning, had she sought out her betrothed--for she might call him so now--and tried to keep her away from him?
And how was it that Orion, even while declaring his love for her, had spoken more than warmly--enthusiastically of Paula?
She must be on her guard, and though others should speak of the great good fortune that had fallen to her lot, Paula, at any rate, would not rejoice in it, for Katharina felt and knew that she was not indifferent to Orion.

She had not another enemy in the world, but Paula was one; her love had everything to fear from her--and suddenly she asked herself whether the gold medallion she had seen might not indeed have been a gem?
Had she examined the necklace closely, even for a moment?
And why should she fancy she had sharper sight than Orion with his large, splendid eyes?
He was right, as he always was.

Most engraved gems were oval in form, and the pendant which she had seen and was to give evidence about, was undoubtedly oval.

Then it was not like Orion to require a falsehood of her.