She held up her hands and made the gems flash with colored lights.

There were several very good diamonds, although not of modern cut; there was a fairly superb emerald, also pearls and amethysts and green-blue turquoises, on her hands.

Rose made a pounce upon a necklace of pink coral, and clasped it around her neck over the pearls.
"I have them all on now," she said, and her laugh rang out again.
Sylvia surveyed her with a sort of rapture.

She had never heard of "Faust," but the whole was a New England version of the "Jewel Song." As Marguerite had been tempted to guilty love by jewels, so Sylvia was striving to have Rose tempted by jewels to innocent celibacy.

But she was working by methods of which she knew nothing.
Rose gazed at herself in the glass.