Slater eyed the necklace, nodding in agreement; it was very expensive, it would sell well, but he was not thinking of business right then. He was experienced enough to notice when people were witholding the truth but for now he entertained her hopes. "It is very nice, Delia," he agreed, smiling brighter at her, "I am sure you will wear it well - you do not have to sell it, if you don't wish to. It is not like we are going short..."
But then Slater loved a way to get more cash and quickly and so he passed it back to her before he could snatch it. "I cannot help but notice that no ring decorates your finger, though, Delia - and the fact you chose to dazzle me with such pretty gifts only leads me to one thing...." With a sigh he looked into his daughter's eyes as if to ease the truth out of her. It wouldn't be nice for her, but whatever reason she had, he would listen.