You and the old man have been getting on better than I expected; if he hasn't taken a downright fancy to you, he's got used to you and treats you civilly.

Can't you give him a hint about the diamonds?
See here!" He leant forward, his hand gripping the table, the sweat gathering on his face again, his weak eyes bulging in his terrible eagerness.

"I could raise money enough on the things to tide me over this bit of bad luck until I struck a winner.

Directly he'd given them to you, we'd go up to town; he wouldn't know whether you were wearing them or not.

But there! if it comes to that, we could easily get them copied in paste; they imitate them so closely you can't tell the real from the sham.Fact.Why, half the women in London are wearing shams, and nobody's any the wiser." She rose, her hand clutching at the lace on her bosom.
"I--I can't do it, Percy! Besides, it wouldn't be any use.