See! I'm wearing it." She slipped her hand down into his, so that he held it pressed against his cheek.

He spoke no word, but against her fingers she felt a quiver.
She bent over him, growing bolder.

"Jeff, I--I want you to give me back--my wedding-ring." He did not stir or answer.
"Please!" she whispered.

"Won't you ?" And then dumbly, keeping his face hidden, he drew her hand down to his breast-pocket.
"Is it there ?" she whispered.

"May I take it ?" Her fingers felt for and found what they sought.