She had already broken a rock-crystal flask in her attempts to unstopper it.
"Oh, you're too nice!" she said.

"What is it?
Let's have a peep! What a baby you are to spend your pennies in little fakements like that!" She scolded him, seeing that he was not rich, but at heart she was delighted to see him spending his whole substance for her.

Indeed, this was the only proof of love which had power to touch her.

Meanwhile she was fiddling away at the comfit dish, opening it and shutting it in her desire to see how it was made.
"Take care," he murmured, "it's brittle." But she shrugged her shoulders.

Did he think her as clumsy as a street porter?
And all of a sudden the hinge came off between her fingers and the lid fell and was broken.