Poetry and improvidence; how they cling together!" "Brisemont, the jeweler, says that the garters you ordered will come to one hundred and ten pistoles.

But he wants to know what the central gem shall be, rubies or sapphires surrounding." "Topaz for the central gem, rubies and diamonds for the rest.

The clasps must match topaz eyes.

And they must be done by Monday." "Monsieur's eyes are grey," the lackey observed slyly.
"Rascal, you are asking a question!" "No, Monsieur, I was simply stating a fact.

Plutarch says.