with emotion. He examined it and tried to decipher the seal, but though he turned it over and over he did not understand paleography, so he could not read it.
"What a finger Sulla had! " he observed finally. "This would fit two of ours—as I've said, we're degenerating!"
"I still have many other jewels—"
"If they're all that kind, never mind!" interrupted Sinang. "I think I prefer the modern."
Each one selected some piece of jewelry, one a ring, another a watch, another a locket. Capitana Tika bought a reliquary that contained a fragment of the stone on which Our Saviour rested at his third fall; Sinang a pair of earrings; and Capitan Basilio the watch-chain for the alferez, the lady's earrings for the curate, and other gifts. The families from the town of Tiani, not to be outdone by those of San Diego, in like manner emptied their purses.
Simoun bought or exchanged old jewelry, brought there by economical mothers, to whom it was no longer of use.
"You, haven't you something to sell?" he asked Cabesang Tales, noticing the latter watching the sales and exchanges with covetous eyes, hut the reply was that all his daughter's jewels had been sold, nothing of value remained.
"What about Maria Clara's locket?" inquired Sinang.
"True!" the man exclaimed, and his eyes blazed for a moment.
"It's a locket set with diamonds and emeralds," Sinang told the jeweler. "My old friend wore it before she became a nun."
Simoun said nothing, but anxiously watched Cabesang Tales, who, after opening several boxes, found the locket. He examined it carefully, opening and shutting it repeatedly. It was the same locket that Maria Clara had worn during the fiesta in San Diego and which she had in a moment of compassion given to a leper.
"I like the design," said Simoun. "How much do you want for it?"
