She bought it right under my nose--and overbid me, too." Paul did not lose his self-possession.

Thanks to the fact that Yerba was not present, and that Don Caesar, who had overheard the speech, moved forward with a suggestive and unpleasant smile, his agitation congealed into a coldly placid fury.
"And I suppose," he returned, with perfect calmness, "that, after the usual habit of this class of women, the necklace very soon found its way back, through the pawnbroker, to the jeweler again.

It's a common fate." "Yes, of course," said Judge Baker, cheerfully.

"You're quite right.
That's undoubtedly the solution of it.

But," with a laugh, "I had a narrow escape from saying something--eh ?" "A very narrow escape from an apparently gratuitous insult," said Paul, gravely, but fixing his eyes, now more luminous than ever with anger, not on the speakers but on the face of Don Caesar, who was standing at his side.