That's what it will come to.

What good will they do you?
You can't sell them;--and as a widow you can't wear 'em.

If you marry again, you wouldn't disgrace your husband by going about showing off the Eustace diamonds! But you don't know anything about 'proper feelings.'" "I know every bit as much as you do, Aunt Penelope, and I don't want you to teach me." "Will you give up the jewels to Mr.Camperdown ?" "No--I won't." "Or to the jewellers ?" "No; I won't.

I mean to--keep them--for--my child." Then there came forth a sob, and a tear, and Lizzie's handkerchief was held to her eyes.
"Your child! Wouldn't they be kept properly for him, and for the family, if the jewellers had them?
I don't believe you care about your child." "Aunt Penelope, you had better take care." "I shall say just what I think, Lizzie.

You can't frighten me.