But I did not want him to be jealous of the Russian; and he would be horribly jealous, if he thought that he had the least cause.
If I showed him the diamonds now, he would want to stop and talk.

He would ask me questions which I would rather not answer until I'd seen Ivor Dundas again, and knew better what to say--whether truth or fiction.

Still, I wished Raoul to have the necklace to-night, because it would mean all the difference to him between constant, gnawing anxiety, and the joy of deliverance.

Let him have a happy night, even though I was sending him away, even though I did not know what to-morrow might bring, either for him or for me.
I tied the gold cords of the bag in two hard knots, and went out with it to Raoul in the next room.
"This holds something precious," I said, smiling at him, and making a mystery.

"You'll value the something, I know--partly for itself, partly because I--because I've been at a lot of trouble to get it for you.