The yellow sheen came from a framework of heavy, exquisitely-wrought gold.

Phadrig took it out and held it before him, and the green light seemed to radiate through the dull atmosphere of the room.

The Jew stared at it with bulging eyes and trembling under-lip, and his hands went out towards it with a gesture which seemed like worship.
"God of Israel," he gasped, "was anything so splendid ever seen before! Mr Phadrig, is it--is it real ?" "Real ?" echoed the Egyptian scornfully.

"Did you ever see light like that come out of a sham stone?
You should know more about gems than that, Mr Josephus." "Ah yes, yes, of course.

It is glorious; it is worthy to shine on the breastplate of the High Priest--and what a price it must be! Is it allowed to ask the name of the great millionaire for whom it is destined ?" "Yes.