"It is certainly very pretty," replied Sylvius Hogg, trying the bauble on the tip of his little finger. "Lay it aside, Mr. Benett, and let us look at something else."
"Bracelets or necklaces?"
"At a little of everything, if you please, Mr. Benett—a little of everything. What is this?"
"A set of ornaments for the corsage. Look at that delicate tracery of copper upon a red worsted groundwork. It is all in excellent taste, though not very expensive."
"The effect is certainly charming, Mr. Benett. Lay the ornaments aside with the ring."
"But I must call your attention to the fact that these ornaments are reserved for the adornment of youthful brides on their wedding-day, and that—"
"By Saint Olaf! you are right. Mr. Benett, you are quite right. Poor Hulda! Unfortunately it is not Ole who is making her this present, but myself, and it is not to a blushing bride that I am going to offer it."
"True, true, Mr. Hogg."
"Let me look then at some jewelry suitable for a young girl. How about this cross, Mr. Benett?"
"It is to be worn as a pendant, and being cut in concave facets it sparkles brilliantly with every movement of the wearer's throat."