The widow stopped at a jeweler's window in the famous street called the Zeil.

The only person in the shop was a simple-looking old man, sitting behind the counter, reading a newspaper.
She went in.

"I have something to show you, sir," she said, in her softest and sweetest tones.

The simple old man first looked at her thick veil, and then at the necklace.

He lifted his hands in amazement and admiration.