There--and there--and there.

Oh dear, what nice things good luck and happiness are, and how sweet to bring them for once." Upon this Phoebe and she had a nice little cry together, and Mrs.
Staines went off refreshed thereby, and as gay as a lark, pointing slyly at the door, and making faces to Phoebe that she knew he was there, and she only retired, out of her admirable discretion, that they might enjoy the diamond together.
When she was gone, Reginald, whose eye and ear had been at the keyhole, alternately gloating on the face and drinking the accents of the only woman he had ever really loved, came out, looking pale, and strangely disturbed; and sat down at table, without a word.
Phoebe came back to him, full of the diamond.

"Did you hear what she said, my dear?
It is a diamond; it is worth a hundred and fifty pounds at least.

Why, what ails you?
Ah! to be sure! you know that lady." "I have cause to know her.

Cursed jilt!" "You seem a good deal put out at the sight of her." "It took me by surprise, that is all." "It takes me by surprise too.