On the third finger shone a shimmering opal ring.
"Well ?" said Grace.
"Well!" said Rose, triumphantly.

"Jules gave me that; that is my engagement ring." Grace sat and looked at her aghast.
"No!" she said; "you don't mean it, Rose ?" "I do mean it.

I am engaged to Jules La Touche, and we are going to be married in a year.

That is my secret, and if you betray me I will never forgive you." "And you are quite serious ?" "Perfectly serious, _chere grogneuse_." "Do Monsieur and Madame La Touche know ?" "Certainly not.

_Mon Dieu!_ We are too young.