You shall have them." Miriam moistened her lips; her heart was beating thickly.

As a woman, she desired the jewels; as a wife, she must obey Heyton.
"Oh, how good of you!" she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Indeed, it is more than kind of you, Lord Sutcombe.

But--but I don't think I ought to accept them--now.

They must be of very great value----" "They are," he interjected, not complacently but with a sigh; for he recalled them as they shone on the neck and arms of his dead wife.
"And I feel as if they would be a great responsibility," Miriam continued.

"Percy thinks of--of going abroad, of travelling for a time.
Perhaps, when we come back and have settled down, you--you will be so good, so kind as to give them to me.