There's a long life
ahead of us, isn't there? Do you think I'm never going to give my wife
any jewels?"
"Aunt Francesca and Rose put you up to this," said Isabel, bitterly.
"They never want me to have anything."
"They know nothing whatever about it," he replied, rather coldly, taking
it from her finger as he spoke. "Listen, Isabel. Would you rather have a
diamond in your engagement ring?"
"Of course. I'd be ashamed to have anybody know that this was my
engagement ring."
"All right," said Allison, with defiant cheerfulness. "You shall have
just exactly what you want, and, to make sure, I'll take you with me
when I go to get it. I'm sorry I made such a mistake."
There was a flash of blue and silver in the faint light, and a soft
splash in the lily-pool. "There," he went on, "it's out of your way
now."
"You didn't need to throw it away," she said, icily. "I didn't say I
didn't want it, nor that I wouldn't wear it. I only said I wanted a
diamond."
"It could be found, I suppose," he replied, thoughtfully, ashamed of his
momentary impulse. "If the pool were drained--"
"That would cost more than the ring is worth," Isabel interrupted.
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