Mme. Forestier had stopped.
You say tat you bought a necklace of diamonds to replace mine?
Yes. You never noticed it, then! They were very like.
And she smiled with a jot which was proud and naive at once.
Mme. Forestier, strongly moved, took her two hands.
Oh, my poor Mathilde! Why, my necklace was paste. It was worth at most five hundred francs!