But she held that back.

"I want to SEE it," she declared, and he was obliged to let her take the ring in her own way and examine it, and place it in every light, and compare it with others worn by her friends, and make little tentative charges of extravagance in his purchase of it, while he sat elated and adoring, the simple fellow.
Reluctantly at last she gave up her hand.

"But it's only trying on--not putting on," she told him.

He said nothing till it flashed upon her finger, and in her eyes he saw a spark from below of that instinctive cupidity toward jewels that man can never recognize as it deserves in woman, because of his desire to gratify it.
"You'll wear it, Dora ?" he pleaded.
"Lorne, you are the dearest fellow! But how could I?
Everybody would guess!" Her gaze, nevertheless, rested fascinated on the ring, which she posed as it pleased her.
"Let them guess! I'd rather they knew, but--it does look well on your finger, dear." She held it up once more to the light, then slipped it decisively off and gave it back to him.

"I can't, you know, Lorne.