She laughed, in short, while her face was still in the basin, with the very proper result that she had to grope for the towel with her eyes shut.
It was still a cold, damp face (Grizel was always in such a hurry) when she opened her most precious drawer and took from it a certain glove which was wrapped in silk paper, but was not perhaps quite so conceited as it had been, for, alas and alack! it was now used as a wrapper itself.

The ring was inside it.

If Grizel wanted to be engaged, absolutely and at once, all she had to do was to slip that ring upon her finger.
It had been hers for a week or more.

Tommy had bought it in a certain Scottish town whose merchant princes are so many, and have risen splendidly from such small beginnings, that after you have been there a short time you beg to be introduced to someone who has not got on.
When you look at them they slap their trouser pockets.

When they look at you they are wondering if you know how much they are worth.