I do love a design when it's graceful.

Solitaires are so old-fashioned." He kept his eyes upon her face, feeding upon the delight in it.
Exultation rose up in him: he knew the primitive guile of man, indifferent to such things, alluring with them the other creature.

He did not stop to condone her weakness; rather he seized it in ecstasy; it was all part of the glad scheme to help the lover.

He turned the diamonds so that they flashed and flashed again before her.

Then, trusting his happy instinct, he sought for her hand.