A young man was going to be married so he asked his father if he could give his fiance his deceased mother's ring. This was fine with the father. The father decided to have it appraised for insurance purposes. He asked a lady friend who was a well-known jeweler to do the appraisal; she accepted, and said that her fee would be supper at a very nice Houston restaurant. They had supper together, and as they lingered over coffee, he produced the ring. She took it out of the box, examined it, put on …