Old friends must forgive one another, mustn't they?
Besides, you meant no hurt, you were vexed, perhaps you were even surprised.

Were you surprised?
No, you weren't surprised.

But were you grieved, Simon ?" I had been gazing dully at her, now I spoke heavily and dully.
"You wear gems there on your neck," said I, pointing at the necklace.
"Isn't the neck worthy ?" she murmured quickly yet softly, pulling her dress away to let me see the better, and raising her eyes to mine.
"Yes, very worthy.

But wouldn't you be grieved to find them pebbles ?" "By my faith, yes!" she laughed, "for I paid the price of gems for them." "I also paid the price of a gem," said I, "and thought I had it." "And it proved a pebble ?" said she, leaning over me; for I had seated myself in a chair, being in no mood for ceremony.
"Yes, a pebble; a very pebble, a common pebble." "A common pebble!" she echoed.

"Oh, Simon, cruel Simon! But a pretty bright pebble?
It looked like a gem, Simon ?" "God forgive you, yes.