instant the little pyramid is spread over the shining" disc, each stone blinking in the light. For the next few seconds, all is an eloquent pantomime of fingers. The good and the bad stones are unerringly separated from each other, and formed into two little piles; the bad being pushed back to the seller's end of the tray, the good brought instinctively a little closer to the buyer. At this stage discussion supervenes.
All the critics have their say ; the seller waxes eloquent, the buyer cold and deprecatory. Thus the duel proceeds.
There is a score of these trays, like suns, in the close cluster of men. And that is nearly all there is to tell. Like all that is truly Eastern, the process is