She did not speak to Sarah, and Sarah did not speak to her.
Once, during the night, Sarah woke up; she sat up in bed and stared into the darkness.

Then she smiled to herself.

As she lay down again she thought: "Now I know that she will bring it." The next day was very fine, and in the glittering garden by the fountain, Sarah sat with Hortense, and waited.

Soon Mary and her nurse appeared.

Sarah took Mary by the hand and they went away down the leaf-strewn path.
"Well!" said Sarah.
Mary quite silently felt in her pocket at the back of her short, green frock, produced the ring, gave it to Sarah, and, still without a word, turned back down the path and walked to her nurse.