"You know I was with Ralph when he found it out, and I am afraid I was a little cross to him, only really it was so hard, and they were so lovely, and it _was_ partly his fault, now, wasn't it, for leaving them there?
He ought to have been more careful." "Of course he ought," I said.

I would not have contradicted her for worlds.
"And you know I am to be married next month; and Aunt Alice in Dublin, who is getting my things, says as it is to be a winter wedding I am to be married in a white _frise_ velvet, and I did think the diamonds would have looked so lovely with it.

Wouldn't they ?" I agreed, of course.
"But I shall never be married in them now," she said, with a deep sigh.
"And I was looking forward to the wedding so much, though I dare say I did tell a naughty little story when I said I was _not_ to Ralph the other night.

Of course Ralph is still left," she added, as an after-thought; "but it won't be so perfect, will it ?" I was morally certain Charles would have to give them up, so I said, reassuringly: "Perhaps you may be married in them, after all." "Oh!" she said, clasping her hands together, "do you really think so?
Do you know anything?
I have not seen Ralph since to ask him about it.

Do you think we shall really get them back ?" "I should not wonder." "Oh, Colonel Middleton, I see you know.