She was going to bestow on me a kiss, in her school-girl fashion of showing her delights but I said, "Steady! Let us be Steady, and know what we are about, and find out the meaning of our magnificence"-- and so put her off at arm's length, to undergo cooler inspection.
"Shall I do ?" was her question.
"Do ?" said I."There are different ways of doing; and, by my word, I don't understand yours." "But how do I look ?" "You look well dressed." She thought the praise not warm enough, and proceeded to direct attention to the various decorative points of her attire.

"Look at this _parure_," said she.

"The brooch, the ear-rings, the bracelets: no one in the school has such a set--not Madame herself." "I see them all." (Pause.) "Did M.de Bassompierre give you those jewels ?" "My uncle knows nothing about them." "Were they presents from Mrs.Cholmondeley ?" "Not they, indeed.

Mrs.Cholmondeley is a mean, stingy creature; she never gives me anything now." I did not choose to ask any further questions, but turned abruptly away.
"Now, old Crusty--old Diogenes" (these were her familiar terms for me when we disagreed), "what is the matter now ?" "Take yourself away.

I have no pleasure in looking at you or your _parure_." For an instant, she seemed taken by surprise.
"What now, Mother Wisdom?
I have not got into debt for it--that is, not for the jewels, nor the gloves, nor the bouquet.