Now, what in the world was there to trouble a young woman who possessed these favors, who wore jewels on her fingers and sable on her shoulders?
"Talk to me just as you would to a brother," he added presently.
"You will take this ring," she said irrelevantly.

She slipped a fine sapphire from one of her fingers and pushed it across the table.
"And for what reason ?" he cried.
"Security for my dinner.

I can not accept charity," with a hint of hauteur which did not in the least displease him.
"But, my dear young woman, I can not accept this ring.

You have my address.

You may send the sum whenever you please.