Such an exquisite necklace!--such perfect pearls! Dear Mr.Helmsley, you quite spoil me! I'm not worth all the kind thought and trouble you take on my behalf." Tears started to her eyes, and her lips quivered.

Helmsley saw her emotion with only a very slight touch of concern.

Her tears were merely sensitive, he thought, welling up from a young and grateful heart, and as the prime cause of that young heart's gratitude he delicately forbore to notice them.

This chivalrous consideration on his part caused some little disappointment to the shedder of the tears, but he could not be expected to know that.
"I'm glad you are pleased with my little gift," he said simply, "though I'm afraid it is quite a conventional and ordinary one.

Pearls and girls always go together, in fact as in rhyme.