I didn't really say you might get it; and now you'll have to keep it till--till the time comes.

But this much I will say--it's the sweetest thing, and you've shown the loveliest taste, and if it weren't such a dreadful give-away I'd like to wear it awfully." They discussed it with argument, with endearment, with humour, and reproach, but her inflexible basis soon showed through their talk: she would not wear the ring.

So far he prevailed, that it was she, not he, who kept it.

Her insistence that he should take it back brought something like anger out of him; and in the surprise of this she yielded so much.

She did it unwillingly at the time, but afterward, when she tried on the thing again in the privacy of her own room; she was rather satisfied to have it, safe under lock and key, a flashing, smiling mystery to visit when she liked and reveal when she would.
"Lorne could never get me such a beauty again if he lost it," she advised herself, "and he's awfully careless.