"I shall have something to say to you then." With those words she went out.

It was plain enough that she was posed by the same difficulty which had posed Mr.Franklin and me in our conference at the Shivering Sand.

Was the legacy of the Moonstone a proof that she had treated her brother with cruel injustice?
or was it a proof that he was worse than the worst she had ever thought of him?
Serious questions those for my lady to determine, while her daughter, innocent of all knowledge of the Colonel's character, stood there with the Colonel's birthday gift in her hand.
Before I could leave the room in my turn, Miss Rachel, always considerate to the old servant who had been in the house when she was born, stopped me.

"Look, Gabriel!" she said, and flashed the jewel before my eyes in a ray of sunlight that poured through the window.
Lord bless us! it WAS a Diamond! As large, or nearly, as a plover's egg! The light that streamed from it was like the light of the harvest moon.
When you looked down into the stone, you looked into a yellow deep that drew your eyes into it so that they saw nothing else.

It seemed unfathomable; this jewel, that you could hold between your finger and thumb, seemed unfathomable as the heavens themselves.