he was examining to see if all the edges were perfect.
“It is a false diamond,” said Caderousse.
“You are joking now,” replied Andrea.
“Do not be angry, we can try it.”
Caderousse went to the window, touched the glass with it, and found it would cut.
“Confiteor!” said Caderousse, putting the diamond on his little finger; “I was mistaken; but those thieves of jewellers imitate so well that it is no longer worthwhile to rob a jeweller’s shop—it is another branch of industry paralyzed.”
“Have you finished?” said Andrea—“do you want anything more?—will you have my waistcoat or my hat? Make free, now you